And you should know by now that I can't make your life easy.

[He gives a small genuine smile, tired as it may look. He wubs you, too, Crowley. It's why he tortures you.

And so, even while he is alive again, he isn't well and he falters, bracing himself with one hand against the wall. He feels hot and cold at the same time and his bones ache.]

Perhaps I should lie down before you have to carry me.