"I really think everything will be fine, Crowley." He'll just have to keep practicing. He really didn't think it was all that bad, though he does agree it needed a little work.

"Besides, it isn't breaking the truce if they fight me, I hardly think we count anymore. It's just you and me, and they don't want anything to do with us." It's what he chose, and it's what he'd choose all over again given the chance. Crowley's still standing, and if nothing else, they have at least the time in his flat together.

He reaches for a towel to dry off Crowley's leg, and then fusses with the bandages; it's probably best he do this part.