[ Crowley knows exactly what rabbits get up to in their little dens, which makes them much more apt an association with Aziraphale. He's about to say as much when the angel gives him that look, touches his cheek just so - he pulls him close, leg thrown over him as well, and presses the softest of kisses to his lips. ]
I love you too, Aziraphale.
[ He tilts his head, kissing into the palm that had rested on his cheek. ]
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I love you too, Aziraphale.
[ He tilts his head, kissing into the palm that had rested on his cheek. ]
...Fluffy rabbit that you are.