"Yeah, but—" Cayce began, and stopped herself suddenly as a realization hit her. This was not two of her New York friends getting a case of beer-goggles and regretting it in the morning. This was a several-thousand-year-old demon virgin losing it to a friend (and at least it was a small mercy that he and Ellie were friends) because they'd been induced to it by a goddess.
Nursing friends through post-beer-goggle regrets was nothing on that, and no matter how much Ellie and Crowley looked like ordinary people, it wouldn't do to forget that they weren't.
"I, um. Don't tell Crowley I know this, and don't ask me how, but I, I think I know what you mean about why that was an especially shitty thing for her to do," Cayce said slowly. "And, I don't know, I still think it's not your fault. Whatever she did probably blunted your judgment as much as his. And it—" Her mouth snapped shut and her eyes went wide as it dawned on her that there was at least one way in which the scenario could have been worse. Or at least, much, much more awkward. She felt a blush creeping up her neck.
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Nursing friends through post-beer-goggle regrets was nothing on that, and no matter how much Ellie and Crowley looked like ordinary people, it wouldn't do to forget that they weren't.
"I, um. Don't tell Crowley I know this, and don't ask me how, but I, I think I know what you mean about why that was an especially shitty thing for her to do," Cayce said slowly. "And, I don't know, I still think it's not your fault. Whatever she did probably blunted your judgment as much as his. And it—" Her mouth snapped shut and her eyes went wide as it dawned on her that there was at least one way in which the scenario could have been worse. Or at least, much, much more awkward. She felt a blush creeping up her neck.