[It's bittersweet, really. Crowley's initial words could have easily been the ones said by his Crowley, he'd always hated it when Johnny would say his name that way. Which was why he continued to do it. But it was crystal clear this wasn't his Crowley and saying it didn't hold the same sort of amusement as it did before. Familiarity with resentment was one thing, simple resentment wasn't so fun.]

The former most definitely. Unfortunately, it's clear it was a different you. It happens a lot when one gets thrown around.

[The disappointment stung harshly, but he buried it beneath an easy smile as he dumped the trinket back on the table, his interest in it gone.]

Ah, well. It's still a pleasure to see your shining face again.