"Good," he said with a slow nod. "Eating is good." He paused. "Nutrients and stuff." He met Crowley's gaze, stared at it for a moment, his brow furrowing, and, despite himself started to laugh and shake his head before covering his face and rubbing it. "God, Nutrients? Really?" He leaned against the door frame before running his fingers through his hair.
"Real talk," he said as the expression shifted from amused embarrassment to a bit more serious. "I don't know how to do this." His lips thinned. "Your dad was always the super responsible one." He chuckled again as he crossed his arms as if hugging himself. "God, he loved being responsible," he repeated. It wasn't even a statement that was dripping in sarcasm--it was one of his brother's most endearing qualities.
He cleared his throat. "And you're not five," he began, "I know if I didn't exist, you'd probably be able to take care of yourself." He stood up straight once more and took a few steps closer to him to close the gap between them. "Except you don't have to do that alone." He sighed. "I know I haven't been around," he said quietly, "and I'm sorry for that. I guess I figured you guys didn't need me."
His eyes stung a bit as the regret--which was something he rarely let into his life, too bad a vibe, man--washed over him. "I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner." He slipped his hands down to his waist. "But I promise I'll be here for as long as you and your dad need me. I might be a wandering nomad, but I am a man of my word, Crowley Moon."