Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
No, Crowley wasn't really cold. If anything, he was just a bit awkwardly distant. Not in an uncaring way, but in a way that might have said he didn't often let himself be bothered with the affairs of others. He was, for the most part, fairly self centered. And humans had such short lives that it felt a waste to really bother himself with their specific issues all too often. That's why he had Aziraphale anyway. They suited and matched each other in a lot of different ways.
But every once in a while, Crowley tended to find someone he liked. Someone who felt worth the effort. And little Gamora, who was green and had red hair and sadness in her eyes even though she clearly didn't want it there? Oh, well. Crowley liked her. The effort was clearly being made -- even if he wasn't overly good at it.
He didn't touch, although he left his posture open and relaxed -- inviting and unthreatening. Gamora was careful with her own movements, about where she placed herself and why. "Well," he said after a beat. "I hate it. There's that. A bad dream." Only ever had she spoken of her father before, and Crowley had lived well long enough to know what that meant when the mother was concerned. "Your father is wrong, you know."