Crowley's not. Shit, he's not a handler anymore. He was never any good at it, and he asked, and... he's fine, he's not going to order me to kill anyone, anyway. It's just Handler Misty and Inspector Javert, now, and I don't think either of them would order that.
[A lot of the time, he (and the Soldier) manage to leave of Misty's title. Today apparently even the Brooklyn can't keep it off. Maybe it's just the nature of the conversation, or that he's having it with someone that other half of him refuses to stop deferring to and ducking away from.]
I'm... okay, for now. Unless another handler shows up. Just don't worry about me. Really. That's what I'm for.
[Fucking Soldier-brain. He hates that things like that just pop out of his mouth, too. They're still part of each other, both operating under the same stupid protocols, even if the Sergeant at least misses the increased capacity for independent thought and personhood.]
no subject
[A lot of the time, he (and the Soldier) manage to leave of Misty's title. Today apparently even the Brooklyn can't keep it off. Maybe it's just the nature of the conversation, or that he's having it with someone that other half of him refuses to stop deferring to and ducking away from.]
I'm... okay, for now. Unless another handler shows up. Just don't worry about me. Really. That's what I'm for.
[Fucking Soldier-brain. He hates that things like that just pop out of his mouth, too. They're still part of each other, both operating under the same stupid protocols, even if the Sergeant at least misses the increased capacity for independent thought and personhood.]