[Crowley makes a sound of acknowledgment; he's not the type to push on this sort of thing, and if Ellie insists she's alright, he'll take her word for it.
Not like there's much he can do for her, anyway.
A few small wooden knick-knacks, likely from some abandoned craft project, end up on the fire, along with a pried loose strip of wood from the inner paneling.
That done, he peels off his jumper to wring it out, glancing at Ellie when she speaks again.]
I've had these ones a while, I'd like to keep 'em.
[Left in jeans and a damp t-shirt that he wrings out for good measure, he lays the jumper on the floor near the fire to dry, then crouches down beside it, holding his hands out towards the warmth.]
And I was thinking of taking up violin, so...
[He's being stupid, trying to see if he can't get a laugh.]
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Not like there's much he can do for her, anyway.
A few small wooden knick-knacks, likely from some abandoned craft project, end up on the fire, along with a pried loose strip of wood from the inner paneling.
That done, he peels off his jumper to wring it out, glancing at Ellie when she speaks again.]
I've had these ones a while, I'd like to keep 'em.
[Left in jeans and a damp t-shirt that he wrings out for good measure, he lays the jumper on the floor near the fire to dry, then crouches down beside it, holding his hands out towards the warmth.]
And I was thinking of taking up violin, so...
[He's being stupid, trying to see if he can't get a laugh.]