[Aziraphale's smile is demure and not-so-secretly pleased by Crowley's reply. He's wanted to be this close for ages, but for so long it was only wishful thinking on his part. Finally, he's brave enough.
He's never been so happy.
Not wanting to move from his cozy spot, he nuzzles a kiss into the crook of Crowley's neck, arms squeezing him reassuringly.]
Of course, dearest. I trust you. And the same goes for you.
[Crowley may insist that he's a demon with very few boundaries, but Aziraphale does not want to open any old wounds with careless words or assumptions.]
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He's never been so happy.
Not wanting to move from his cozy spot, he nuzzles a kiss into the crook of Crowley's neck, arms squeezing him reassuringly.]
Of course, dearest. I trust you. And the same goes for you.
[Crowley may insist that he's a demon with very few boundaries, but Aziraphale does not want to open any old wounds with careless words or assumptions.]