[ Crowley can only give Rhys that blank, empty stare accompanied with a chilling smile at that first half. He was dying and despite being well now it's still nothing he wishes to joke about now--too soon, man. ]

You're so gross.

[ Crowley decides to move out of his bed, having been ridden there for days straight leaving his legs aching to move. ]

Go ahead, just don't leave it a mess or I'll have you clean it for the next ten years of your life. [ Is he joking? Is he serious? Who knows it's Crowley, Rhys' apparent best friend in the Quad and honestly probably his worst decision. Or at least in the list of all his bad decisions. ] And I'll go tell my family that I'm no longer knocking at death's door, I'm sure they'll be overjoyed.