"I don't go back on my deals. Except when handsome men won't let me keep their soul on loan for a few while I work out what I'm doing." He had intended to give Bobby his soul back. Eventually. When he was done playing with it. He kept it safe, it was returned it excellent condition, better than when he got it. He just needed some insurance without any sure footing and... he liked him. "You thanked me. I liked it."

He had never been thanked so earnestly. It was such a weird thing. Such a small slither of affection but it was the only he had ... likely ever had. "No one has ever given me gratitude. Fair enough, I don't earn it. Even so, it was nice. I wasn't... ready. To give you up."

He huffed a small laugh and raised his hand, rubbing at his face. Shit, why was he tired? Since when did he get so tired? "You can't bottle a feeling, I suppose. You can bottle a soul."