Crowley had long since noticed your behavior. On days you felt masculine you refused to even associate with anything slightly feminine, and the opposite on feminine days. On days you felt like something neither, both, or inbetween you never seemed to know what to do.

He understood the feeling of fluctuating gender, as he too was fluid. But due to his status as a demon, he did not have to experience dysphoria, he could simply alter his body to be how he felt that day. You could not, you were just a human.

Today seemed to be hard for you, you were refusing to go out, terrified on how you might be perceived. He didn't really have an issue with this, he'd just simply stay in too. But he was not, however, okay with you shutting him out.

You had eventually retreated to your shared room, and locked yourself inside. You didn't make a fuss, you just quietly went off the second he turned his back. He noticed almost immediately and was now sitting against the door, trying his damnedest to talk to you, he'd even slipped notes under the door for Satan's sake! "Angelllll, you are going to have to talk you know!“