[It's a quick, reflexive assurance. Crowley's mouth is sort of left on automatic a the moment because his brain is still trying to process how soft and warm Aziraphale's face is under his palm.]
Told you, you'd have plenty to look forward to when waking up.
[Watching the slow process of Aziraphale go from sleeping peacefully to waking into the warmth of their bed, nestled amidst pillows and blankets and reaching for him, wanting to take his hand and hold it, and it fills Crowley with questions he doesn't know how to ask because he never thought it would be allowed. To ask would be to name this thing between them, to give it shape that even the declaration of Our Side could not encompass. No, for now, better it remain nebulous as always, until they can both come at it, bright-eyed and alert.
They're getting there. Step by step in their dance.
Crowley can ask the questions he does know how to put into words for now.]
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[It's a quick, reflexive assurance. Crowley's mouth is sort of left on automatic a the moment because his brain is still trying to process how soft and warm Aziraphale's face is under his palm.]
Told you, you'd have plenty to look forward to when waking up.
[Watching the slow process of Aziraphale go from sleeping peacefully to waking into the warmth of their bed, nestled amidst pillows and blankets and reaching for him, wanting to take his hand and hold it, and it fills Crowley with questions he doesn't know how to ask because he never thought it would be allowed. To ask would be to name this thing between them, to give it shape that even the declaration of Our Side could not encompass. No, for now, better it remain nebulous as always, until they can both come at it, bright-eyed and alert.
They're getting there. Step by step in their dance.
Crowley can ask the questions he does know how to put into words for now.]
...What golden tree is that, anyway?