"He's more comfortable with you." As the child Fergus, Crowley had been so careful, he'd tried to support Aiden's head, he'd kept a hand under his back. Now, all he could think was how big he was, compared to the little guy. What if he crushed him, without even meaning to? Anna would never forgive him, if he hurt the child.
"I didn't come here to hold him. I just." Crowley waved a hand. He felt he'd painted himself in to a corner. He didn't know what to say, without admitting too much.