[Aziraphale keeps playing with the end of Crowley's braid, twirling the loose curl at the end around his finger, while he listens. He doesn't laugh -- far from it, in fact. In those early days, Crowley had been different... more feral, yes, but more innocent, too. It doesn't surprise him that Crowley really was just testing the waters, hoping that Heaven wouldn't hold onto its grudges, but it tugs at his heartstrings, anyway.]
I'm glad you met me, too.
[He holds Crowley close, giving a little squeeze for comfort. When he speaks, his voice has a bit of that somberness, too.]
When I was sent down to guard the Eastern Gate, I was warned that any demons I met would be foul, cruel beings, and I was to spare no mercy. But you were neither of those things. The damage had already been done, anyway, so what did it cost me to be polite? And then --
[His tone shifts; Crowley may have looked away, but he'll be able to hear the smile in the angel's voice and feel the happiness in his chest.]
Well, you were... nice to me. I know you hate that word, dear, but you were. You could have mocked me for giving away my sword or... I don't know, just scorned me in general. No one in Heaven ever really talked to me, but in that conversation, I thought to myself, 'Oh... this must be what having a friend is like...'
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:06 am (UTC)I'm glad you met me, too.
[He holds Crowley close, giving a little squeeze for comfort. When he speaks, his voice has a bit of that somberness, too.]
When I was sent down to guard the Eastern Gate, I was warned that any demons I met would be foul, cruel beings, and I was to spare no mercy. But you were neither of those things. The damage had already been done, anyway, so what did it cost me to be polite? And then --
[His tone shifts; Crowley may have looked away, but he'll be able to hear the smile in the angel's voice and feel the happiness in his chest.]
Well, you were... nice to me. I know you hate that word, dear, but you were. You could have mocked me for giving away my sword or... I don't know, just scorned me in general. No one in Heaven ever really talked to me, but in that conversation, I thought to myself, 'Oh... this must be what having a friend is like...'