[ Crowley does jerk (well, more of a twitch), but not away. There is a delicious shiver that goes up and down his spine, and he feels compelled to lay his hand over Aziraphale's. Maybe give it the gentlest of squeezes.
This isn't how he expected this to go (if he ever had any expectations of it happening at all). He isn't sure how he'd picture it happening - probably with one or both of them shedding tears and a very serious conversation. Definitely with more than one glass of wine in either of them.
...Several bottles at least.
But other things have been easier after the failed apocalypse, so perhaps this is just an extension of that. No more hiding, no more pretending. He rather likes that last bit. ]
Likewise. Wouldn't dream of putting my name on anyone else's.
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This isn't how he expected this to go (if he ever had any expectations of it happening at all). He isn't sure how he'd picture it happening - probably with one or both of them shedding tears and a very serious conversation. Definitely with more than one glass of wine in either of them.
...Several bottles at least.
But other things have been easier after the failed apocalypse, so perhaps this is just an extension of that. No more hiding, no more pretending. He rather likes that last bit. ]
Likewise. Wouldn't dream of putting my name on anyone else's.