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[anthony_crowley]

Time: January 26, 2001
Status: Private (John, Crowley)
Place: John's and Crowley's Rooms
Summary: Post-Hell fallout

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[dangeroushabits]

John answered the door and was relieved to see his friend. "Where the fuck've you been? Chicago just about clawed her way through the bathroom door last night looking to get fed." Crowley going off on private business without warning was hardly new, but neglecting his cat was sufficiently unusual that John had made up his mind to go looking for the demon if he hadn't appeared by dinner time tonight.

[anthony_crowley]

"Hell," said Crowley simply, pushing past John into the room and sinking into a chair. Damn, he should have waited just a bit longer for this. He tried to clear his head and ignore his back. At least his mouth and jaw seemed to have healed up fine.

"I appreciate you looking after her. Next time I need a cat sitter, I'll know where to go. Or you can just yell for the kid. He'll take care of it."

[dangeroushabits]

John followed Crowley with his gaze as he shut the door, brow furrowed. He walked over to stand next to him, automatically reaching out to touch his shoulder as he took in the demon's pallor and the stiff way he was holding himself. "You all right...?"

[anthony_crowley]

The demon flinched slightly as John's hand came near, then cursed himself for being so obvious. "Yeah, fine," he said quickly, trying to keep off the subject. "Look, I need to ask you about something. You don't have to answer in full if it makes you uncomfortable, but I need to know. The gem. Where is it? No, not even that, how are you keeping it safe?"