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[aj_crawley]

Crowley left his coat and scarf, but there's no snow outside. Even terraformed, Londinium is a central planet, close to the sun; its winters tend to be mild. So there's no snow outside. It's only dark, and cold, and Crowley's back, black-clad and ram-rod straight, is hard to spot at first, but for the noise of him crunching swiftly and stiffly over

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[gonna_live]

He'll hear footsteps on the gravel -- shuffling a little, maybe. Moving slowly, but doggedly.

"Crowley." Kaylee's voice is soft, and without any kind of reproach.

[aj_crawley]

"Kaylee," he says, before he looks up. It doesn't sound right; the first syllable more exhale than sound.

He looks away again too fast, also, and then he presses panicked hands abruptly against his diaphragm as though he can stop the sudden -

He makes a noise (ironically) like he's been punched in the stomach.

As though he can catch it and push it back in -

[gonna_live]

"Hey," quick, troubled, and her steps quicken as well. "Hey," and she's kneeling in front of him.

[aj_crawley]

"What?" he snaps, "What?"

His face is twisted, again, into something like fury, and he hides it in his hands.

His shoulders jerk once, then twice, and then twice more in quick succession.