[Crowley grumbles something about already knowing what he means, but there's no venom to it, especially not with the way he's pressed his forehead to Aziraphale's, still smiling through his tears. He wants, more than anything, just to be near. He's had a taste of his warmth and softness, and now he's not sure he can ever have enough.
He's about to protest the 'thank you' the way he's always done. The 'don't' is already halfway to the tip of his tongue before he abruptly shuts his mouth and swallows it back down.
Who's watching? No one. No one they care about, anyway, no one who isn't dangerous regardless of whether or not they say please and thank you and spend their nights together cozied up under the blankets as they figure out this immense thing that's grown from them.
Love, he reminds himself. It's love. It's always been love, from the moment he slithered up that wall, and maybe even before if his fractured memories are reliable.
He chuffs out a soft laugh, just a big puff of air that the 'don't thank me' disintegrated into the second he realized he didn't have to say it, warm and soft against Aziraphale's cheek, and he can't stop smiling. What a marvel that he can just say what he means, without a single caveat.]
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Date: 2023-08-21 10:42 pm (UTC)He's about to protest the 'thank you' the way he's always done. The 'don't' is already halfway to the tip of his tongue before he abruptly shuts his mouth and swallows it back down.
Who's watching? No one. No one they care about, anyway, no one who isn't dangerous regardless of whether or not they say please and thank you and spend their nights together cozied up under the blankets as they figure out this immense thing that's grown from them.
Love, he reminds himself. It's love. It's always been love, from the moment he slithered up that wall, and maybe even before if his fractured memories are reliable.
He chuffs out a soft laugh, just a big puff of air that the 'don't thank me' disintegrated into the second he realized he didn't have to say it, warm and soft against Aziraphale's cheek, and he can't stop smiling. What a marvel that he can just say what he means, without a single caveat.]
...Any time, angel. Any time.
[It feels so good to say it.]