[Just them and the humans solving the mystery of this city.
Yeah, Crowley can live with that.
Especially with that smile; he loves when Aziraphale lights up like that and he especially loves being the cause of it.
He lets himself sink into the moment for a little while, the way he would sink into a hot bath. Nothing wrong with a bit of indulgence right? Nothing wrong with sitting side by side while he thumbs lazy little circles over Aziraphale's knuckles and they smile at each other, right? They can have that for just a little while.
It's fine. He's fine. Definitely no Evil thoughts winding through his head.]
Of course, of course. [He agrees with a wave of his free hand, though abruptly aborts the motion. He didn't want to perform any accidental miracles; not the way things have been backfiring, he thinks glumly as his hand falls back to his side.]
Humans are good at figuring these sorts of things out. We'd just be going in circles if we didn't get their help. Still...
[He's about to say something else for a moment, but it gets caught in his throat. It's wrapped up in too many long, tangling feelings, and he has to swallow it back down. Instead, he gives Aziraphale's hand a squeeze, his lopsided smile back again.]
...eh, we'll be alright. It's not the end of the world.
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Yeah, Crowley can live with that.
Especially with that smile; he loves when Aziraphale lights up like that and he especially loves being the cause of it.
He lets himself sink into the moment for a little while, the way he would sink into a hot bath. Nothing wrong with a bit of indulgence right? Nothing wrong with sitting side by side while he thumbs lazy little circles over Aziraphale's knuckles and they smile at each other, right? They can have that for just a little while.
It's fine. He's fine. Definitely no Evil thoughts winding through his head.]
Of course, of course. [He agrees with a wave of his free hand, though abruptly aborts the motion. He didn't want to perform any accidental miracles; not the way things have been backfiring, he thinks glumly as his hand falls back to his side.]
Humans are good at figuring these sorts of things out. We'd just be going in circles if we didn't get their help. Still...
[He's about to say something else for a moment, but it gets caught in his throat. It's wrapped up in too many long, tangling feelings, and he has to swallow it back down. Instead, he gives Aziraphale's hand a squeeze, his lopsided smile back again.]
...eh, we'll be alright. It's not the end of the world.