Oh, he shrugs himself out of his jacket and busies himself touching Crowley's exposed torso, palming his chest and his sides and running his fingers along the little serratus muscles of his ribcage, so precious cargo they hold.

"I defy you, stars." And with that, he kisses Crowley again, impassioned and making short work of the rest of his buttons with impatient fingers. (Wondering if it's more apt to be thinking "Those who rush stumble and fall" or "Oh, I am fortune's fool!" but he is both and all these things and more, just a fool in love with his best friend on what is perhaps the last night they may live, or is just the first page of the next part of their story together.)