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[ She stares at that text for a moment, a frown on her lips. ]

You moved. What happened?

Demon Dean happened. But it was about due.

Crowley was here, too, but he left not long after you guys.

I'm going to shake him when he comes back.

I may shake you when I see you.

I think I've had enough shaking for a while, thanks.

I'll come find you.

[ Which is what she does, and several minutes later, she shows up at his door, knocking softly as she leans against it from the outside, her forehead resting against the cool surface as she waits for him to answer. ]

[ He's quick to answer the door, to open up this now not-so-secret place to someone he trusts implicitly. Crowley won't like it, but considering he's not here to bar the door, John's not worrying about it.

Before he even has time to think it over, he pulls her into a tight hug, doesn't even bother closing the door yet. There are precious few people that can make John Blake ache deep down in his chest (for better or worse), but Natasha inspires the sensation easily. ]

Jesus, I'm glad you're in one piece. [ As far as he can tell, at least.

He doesn't say much else for the time being, though he's fairly quick to pull back.

Inside, the so-called bedroom stretches well beyond the dimensions of Blake's old room, seemingly defying spacial conventions. It's recently decorated, so there's a nice mixture of modern and old world to accent the clean lines, polished wood floors, and natural stone accents.

It feels very foreign, but Blake has a kitchen and they share a library, so it's not exactly a difficult place to live. ]

[ Anyone else, she might have stepped back from, stopped that hug before it could start. There's very few people she lets herself be that intimate with. But despite having 'forgotten' him for a year, Blake has become one of those people for her. Which is why she steps into his hold instead, burying her face against his shoulder as she wraps her arms around his back, pressed tight and close, and for a moment lets herself take comfort from that, from him. He's solid and here and if that move hides a rapid blinking and an unusually shaky breath, it's hidden again by the time she pulls her head back and smiles up at him, all warm relief and pleasure to see him again. ]

Me too. [ It's an easy and wry quip as she meets his gaze. ] Otherwise I'd get your new place all messy.

[ She leans up on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder at the new locale, eyes scanning the room curiously. ] Nice digs.

[ It's such a relief that things aren't broken, that her disappearance hasn't made this a difficult transition. Nevertheless, John remains unconvinced that this is another case of many happy returns. ]

Yeah, it's— You know Crowley. Just sorta moved in 'round his tastes.

[ Which is a ridiculous statement because a good portion of this really is due to Blake's influence. The kitchen is obviously his, as is a good part of the library's design and the bedroom. ]

Too big when he's not here.

[ So he's glad for the company, who he draws farther into the room, his fingers clasped around her hand on the way to a tufted leather couch. ]

[ It's made other things a difficult transition, a trainwreck that just keeps happening before her eyes and she has no idea how to stop it, suspects it might already be far far too late for that. But Blake is refreshingly familiar, comfortingly so. At least everything hasn't crashed and burned here in what seems like the span of mere days.

The mention of Crowley's absense has her pulling back enough to scan his face worriedly. ]

He's gone? Or is this something to do with your other demon problem? What's been happening while I was off saving the world?

[ And hiding from it, before she'd left. She'd cut off communications with nearly everyone in those days after Bruce had vanished, before she'd taken a trip home herself as well. ]

No, he's gone.

[ Which just means that Blake can leave it at that and he doesn't have to talk about getting his ass kicked in the name of ~love~ ]

He'll be back.

[ Which is more than Blake can say for some people. ]

You saved the world? Did you look cool doin' it?

[ Doesn't have to talk about it yet. ]

Good. [ She means that. Whatever Crowley may be, he's been good for Blake. And they don't even have the benefit of having the same home to return to.

Not that that had worked out all that well for her this time.

His question gets a dry look from her, bemused that he even had to ask. ]

Was that a rhetorical question?

'Course it was. When don't you look cool?

[ The only thing that would make her more appealing is a pair of sexy biker boots and an also sexy bike to wear them with. ]

C'mon, I'll give you the tour.

[ Which is to say, he's heading straight for the kitchen. He's since cleaned and tidied, so there isn't still a mess from when Bucky was over, but it's only been recently that Blake's gotten up the gumption. ]

A friend helped me decorate. Crowley's only seen the bare bones of it so maybe it'll be a decent surprise.

[ Patience, Blake. You'll get your wish. Eventually.

She follows him deeper into the room, her gaze scanning everywhere, taking in all the little details. ]

I had no idea we had interior decorators trapped here with us. Or are you just this creative?

Nono, not me. Not really.

[ He'd suggested rugs. And a desk. And some separators in the closet. Honestly, most of the hard work was done by Bela, who somehow managed to effortlessly mix two very different people into one tied-together space. ]

Bela Talbot. She's from Crowley's world.

[ The kitchen's all Blake, though, and he already looks at-home as he heads for the fridge. Overall, it's a very clean, very spacious kitchen in black and white, with an island in the middle, and all the tools Blake could want. It's clean and open and Blake finds he spends a lot more time in the kitchen now that he's got somewhere accessible and private to practice his craft. ]

Drink?

Edited 2015-05-27 02:04 (UTC)

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