Crowley (drunk on a bar): sometimes I can't believe myself. I mean, I slithered here from Eden just to what? Hide outside his damned door?
Hozier (taking notes): tell me more...
Crowley, after his 5th drink: and sometimes I just want to kiss him, like- like, you know, humans. Real humans. Like people. It that too much too ask?
Hozier, already filling his second note book: No, no, go on
Crowley, now sitting on the floor: Just... there's no plan. He won't listen, though. No hands on those reins, just. Fuckery of the world, y'know?
Hozier: I need another fucking pen this one ran out



















