"That's a shame, I only like jailbait." Barty said it drily and then followed behind Jonathan, leaving Crowley to laugh while holding on to his glasses.

He stepped into the kitchen behind Jonathan, pulling the door shut and leaning against the wall. This situation was uncomfortable. Emotional, which he did not care for, and bringing up memories he'd rather not engage with. "My brother reached out to me. The youngest. He sent a text."