[A serious conversation will most definitely come later, along with those tears. But right now, Aziraphale is suddenly overwhelmed with a heady mixture of hope and joy. It pushes within him and makes him feel like he could float right up to the ceiling of his bookshop. His hand shakes between Crowley's knee and the comforting weight of Crowley's hand upon it.]
Good. That's good.
[He finishes off his second glass of wine without a thought and sets it on the table. His eyes catch sight of Crowley's pen.]
I want you to. Sign them, I mean, I just... I imagined I'd have a bit more wine inside me first.
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Good. That's good.
[He finishes off his second glass of wine without a thought and sets it on the table. His eyes catch sight of Crowley's pen.]
I want you to. Sign them, I mean, I just... I imagined I'd have a bit more wine inside me first.