"Nah, it ain't a bother. I'll make up the couch for you later. If you sleep in the same room, our Jon's gonna castrate Crowley first." Which was quite reasonable, Holden felt, especially with the way it made Crowley laugh. Little shit indeed. "You're always welcome here, Bill."

Holden said it with a smile and Crowley was hit with the sincerity of it. Holden always did that. He was genuine and sincere and he was just nice. It felt oddly warm and nice in a way that was almost uncomfortable, because in his experience people really weren't that way.

"Sod off already," he muttered, as he adjusted his glasses, "Tommy needs his gluten-free bread."

"Your boyfriend is a brat," Holden told Bill, before he turned to head towards the kitchen.