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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:09:18 GMT -5
The Bentley pulled up in front of the apartment complex and Crowley stepped out onto the sidewalk, bottle of good, old Scotch in hand. He walked up to the intercom and pressed the button.
"Hey, Adrien, I'm here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:12:17 GMT -5
"You can come up-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:14:16 GMT -5
"Thanks." He came up the stairs and knocked on Adrien's door. He wondered what was so wrong. The poor guy seemed so upset.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:18:07 GMT -5
Adrien greeted him with red-rimmed eyes, wearing a slip and a dressing gown and looking pale and preoccupied.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:19:24 GMT -5
Crowley tried to think of something tactful to say, but all he could come up with was, "Shit, kid..."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:21:27 GMT -5
He embraced him, but it wasn't like he'd envisioned or hoped for; there was nothing passionate. He just needed somebody to hold onto.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:24:30 GMT -5
Crowley held him for a second and then put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, let's sit down."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:27:41 GMT -5
Adrien led him to the couch. Depressingly, this was the couch where Adrian had first drunkenly told him he loved him and where he'd slept with Kirk Lazarus in a disoriented bad moment, but there was nowhere else.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:37:14 GMT -5
Crowley sat down and placed the Scotch on the coffee table. "So I don't know what's wrong, but you sounded like you needed this."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:38:02 GMT -5
"What is it?"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:38:57 GMT -5
"Scotch. Damned good Scotch, at that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:40:26 GMT -5
"Scotch? You are so English, Crowley," he said, brushing back Crowley's hair with a smile.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:42:41 GMT -5
He shrugged. "Well, you know. You can take the man out of England, et cetera. Now come on, let's open her up and maybe you'll feel up to telling me what's wrong."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:46:00 GMT -5
"-ohno. Crowley. Adrian would kill me-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:48:49 GMT -5
Crowley raised an eyebrow. Adrien seemed more than a little afraid of talking about it, and this confirmed his suspicions that this had something to do with Adrian.
"Adrien, he hasn't been hurting you or threatening you, has he? I know he's a powerful man, but if need be I could get you out of here. Keep you safe."
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