[That little sound of approval is enough for Aziraphale, the corners of his mouth turning up into a pleased smile. Not that he and Crowley can't have differing tastes in food, so long as he acknowledges that the angel knows what's good.
The rest of the ravioli can wait a moment while he gives Crowley his full attention. Crowley is being so careful with his feelings, as always, not wanting to push. He runs his thumb over Crowley's knuckles in reassurance. It's okay to ask. To want. Just as much for Crowley as for Aziraphale.
I would very much like to see it. Especially whatever you've been squirreling away all these years.
[He takes a look around at the bedroom and his own personal horde.]
I can't imagine parting with the bookshop, but... well, the flat above isn't much of a home, is it? Just the little spaces I've carved out for us. It'd be nice to start fresh, with both of our styles in mind.
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The rest of the ravioli can wait a moment while he gives Crowley his full attention. Crowley is being so careful with his feelings, as always, not wanting to push. He runs his thumb over Crowley's knuckles in reassurance. It's okay to ask. To want. Just as much for Crowley as for Aziraphale.
I would very much like to see it. Especially whatever you've been squirreling away all these years.
[He takes a look around at the bedroom and his own personal horde.]
I can't imagine parting with the bookshop, but... well, the flat above isn't much of a home, is it? Just the little spaces I've carved out for us. It'd be nice to start fresh, with both of our styles in mind.