He runs his hands through his hair, once, twice, tries to keep his breathing regular and tries to think past

(the people he surrounds himself with)

the panic.

"If I don't do anything... demonic, neither will he. Nothing more than that Nicholas Rosse is - part of something bigger than stubborn Alliance b-bureaucrats."

It should say something, perhaps, that Crowley doesn't even notice the stammer.

"If, if I - "

(humanity that you love so much)