[There's something open and soft and surprised in his expression, as he meets Aziraphale's gaze.]
Oh.
[It's a quiet exclamation, a point that he hadn't even considered. That Aziraphale might want this, for more than just guilt or to make things balanced between them.
He catches that hand, takes his time kissing each fingertip, then sets it back against his cheek.]
I understand, I do. And I want that, too. Let me think about it, I won't make you wait long, one way or another.
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Oh.
[It's a quiet exclamation, a point that he hadn't even considered. That Aziraphale might want this, for more than just guilt or to make things balanced between them.
He catches that hand, takes his time kissing each fingertip, then sets it back against his cheek.]
I understand, I do. And I want that, too. Let me think about it, I won't make you wait long, one way or another.