"I'm not sure I've ever had anything this badly before." He wanted to ask more about this person who Crowley had loved so much but who had been so terrible for him. But that would be prying and he really shouldn't. Not here in public, right before this whole inevitable disaster. He would rather Crowley told him things on his own terms. "But I imagine it is. We'll get through it."

The tram was beginning to pull up.

"Let us hope. But if you'd ever like to talk about it..." he offered, boarding the tram and settling into a seat. He gently placed a hand on the basket near Crowley's hand. "I am your friend, Crowley. That means I intend to look after you just as much as you have done for me."