"That's stupid," he shook his head. "you weren't meant to destroy what your father made, but they just couldn't see it, could they? Couldn't see where they were wrong." Kol had to admit, Anna was the only one that really had him beat on epically dysfunctional families. Hers was infininitely worse. Not the kind of competition you wanted to win.
"Yeah," Kol gave a soft, humourless chucle. "that's what's really kind of terrifying. They are really similar." And Kol was unnerved by that fact because look where it had led with Lucifer. He felt a sort of empathy with her on what it had come to for her. Forced to choose a side, to be against her brother like that. Kol was quite sure she was far stronger than she realized. Her fall, it clouded that to her, he thought.
He bit the inside of his cheek as she talked about how she wasn't really the ex, in the conventional way. And she was right. "No, you're not really," he admitted softly. "You didn't run your course with each other, there was no natural end to it, so that's why I don't blame you. Or Crowley. You can't just..." his hand slid from her wrist and upward, his palm flat against her own before his fingers linked with hers as he tried to pick the right words. "turn it off," his eyes moved from watching their hands up to meet hers, a tiny smile flickered across his lips. "I don't think I could ask you to walk away from that. I couldn't, so..." he shrugged.
As he spoke, his eyes darted back to their hands, his fingers were still linked with hers. "That's the problem with the world today. No faith left in it. Not enough, anyway," he mumbled. "I think maybe...it's okay that you can't walk away. Because when you find something with someone like that, it shouldn't be easy to walk from it. But sometimes...you kind of draw me in, too." Maybe it was something about that moment, or maybe he was just drunk, but Kol was fully aware of his actions as he closed what little space remained between them, his lips on hers.