[That protective grip, combined with what can only be described as a growl, has Aziraphale's gaze rising to look up into Crowley's eyes. He'd gotten so used to how things worked in Heaven that he never thought twice about it. He certainly never expected someone to get upset on his behalf over it. And yet here is Crowley, doing just that. It makes him feel safe. Loved. Warm.
Suddenly feeling quite bold, he reaches up with his free hand and cups Crowley's face, lightly brushing his cheek with the pad of his thumb.]
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Date: 2020-03-11 09:25 pm (UTC)Suddenly feeling quite bold, he reaches up with his free hand and cups Crowley's face, lightly brushing his cheek with the pad of his thumb.]
Plenty of time for other things, too. I hope.