"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.
"I love that they think I'm your girlfriend. All boys are dumb. Even smart, nice boys are dumb." Then again, maybe Holden wasn't dumb and they were just trolling him. Equally as likely. She smiled playfully in the direction of the kitchen before reaching up to stroke Crowley's face. "You're not my boyfriend, you're just my hero."
Crowley defended her from bad men and helped her out whenever things were bad. They were best friends, almost siblings, and she knew she could always rely on Crowley.
"So, tell me, how hot was Barty in those pinstripe pants?"
"Extremely hot." Objectively speaking. Crowley considered it as he thought back to it. "Y'know, I'd not want to study that long, but wearing suits every day is one reason to become a lawyer." Hard to decide whether he wanted to crush on Barty or be like him. There was something to that style and the kind of coolness he exuded. Crowley practised it in the mirror sometimes. "He totally flirted with you though. Shame, I thought he was gay."
Bill raised her arms and laughed. It seemed like a silly fantasy, she knew that, but perhaps their was hope for her and Barty yet. Their ship name was Ball. She found that very funny.
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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.
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Crowley defended her from bad men and helped her out whenever things were bad. They were best friends, almost siblings, and she knew she could always rely on Crowley.
"So, tell me, how hot was Barty in those pinstripe pants?"
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He supposed Jon and him really did not shag.
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Bill raised her arms and laughed. It seemed like a silly fantasy, she knew that, but perhaps their was hope for her and Barty yet. Their ship name was Ball. She found that very funny.