He nuzzles at Aziraphale's throat, a gentle, affectionate gesture; he's not sure what exactly is going on in the angel's head, but if nothing else he can reassure him that he's loved, that Crowley isn't about to run off for any reason.]
Who said I was worried it wouldn't? I think this is normal, figuring out boundaries and — what we want from each other. [Because that's where this started. Maybe he should let this go, but now he's got the rush of emotion out, he feels more capable of explaining himself and he wonders if that might help.] And I want to give you everything you ask for, but I know you'd never forgive either of us if I did something that hurt. S'just hard not to feel that I've failed, somehow. That's my thing, though, it isn't on you.
[It's something he has to work on, not spiraling over these things.]
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He nuzzles at Aziraphale's throat, a gentle, affectionate gesture; he's not sure what exactly is going on in the angel's head, but if nothing else he can reassure him that he's loved, that Crowley isn't about to run off for any reason.]
Who said I was worried it wouldn't? I think this is normal, figuring out boundaries and — what we want from each other. [Because that's where this started. Maybe he should let this go, but now he's got the rush of emotion out, he feels more capable of explaining himself and he wonders if that might help.] And I want to give you everything you ask for, but I know you'd never forgive either of us if I did something that hurt. S'just hard not to feel that I've failed, somehow. That's my thing, though, it isn't on you.
[It's something he has to work on, not spiraling over these things.]