Rhea'li follows Crowley, but pauses for a moment when he sees what seems to be a meadow full of wildflowers, a pang of... not quite homesickness but certainly some kind of unknown emotion that wads up in the pit of his stomach. No matter where he had travelled before, he knew that returning was only a matter of willing it. But here...
He looks away towards the bed instead. The bed, if it can even be called that, looks decidedly... uncomfortable. Is it as hard as it looks?
But more importantly, his gaze slides back to Crowley. Something has been bothering him about the demon's behaviour since he arrived. Crowley always seemed a little... high strung whenever Rhea'li talked to him, so his current comparative quiet seems rather out of place.
Stepping closer to Crowley, Rhea'li's brow knits in concern. Certainly, he had agreed to a hook-up but Crowley is his friend, too. "Are you alright?" He's not sure if he ought to voice that Crowley seems unusually quiet. Subdued, even. With how many questions Crowley had asked about basic interaction with people, he wonders if... "You seem... are you nervous?"
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He looks away towards the bed instead. The bed, if it can even be called that, looks decidedly... uncomfortable. Is it as hard as it looks?
But more importantly, his gaze slides back to Crowley. Something has been bothering him about the demon's behaviour since he arrived. Crowley always seemed a little... high strung whenever Rhea'li talked to him, so his current comparative quiet seems rather out of place.
Stepping closer to Crowley, Rhea'li's brow knits in concern. Certainly, he had agreed to a hook-up but Crowley is his friend, too. "Are you alright?" He's not sure if he ought to voice that Crowley seems unusually quiet. Subdued, even. With how many questions Crowley had asked about basic interaction with people, he wonders if... "You seem... are you nervous?"