[ Every day, a new thing out of Crowley's mouth that he says like it's the most obvious, natural answer in the universe even though it's enormous. Straight into the mental album of good things to remember on rainy days.
Aziraphale doesn't make it easy to love him. He's always known that. But Crowley has always had a way of making it seem like less trouble than it is. Like it's something he can't help doing even when he's irritated, hurt, disappointed. Over and over again.
Credit where credit is due, or so they say. He puts his attention back towards getting into his pajamas because he doesn't know what else to do with his hands while he's holding this moment. ]
Oh. Well. [ Easy to do. He'd like to think so. It's nice to think about. ] One of your talents, I think.
[ A gazelle would probably tell a fish that it's very easy to run through a field, of course. Sometimes build is just a factor. ]
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Aziraphale doesn't make it easy to love him. He's always known that. But Crowley has always had a way of making it seem like less trouble than it is. Like it's something he can't help doing even when he's irritated, hurt, disappointed. Over and over again.
Credit where credit is due, or so they say. He puts his attention back towards getting into his pajamas because he doesn't know what else to do with his hands while he's holding this moment. ]
Oh. Well. [ Easy to do. He'd like to think so. It's nice to think about. ] One of your talents, I think.
[ A gazelle would probably tell a fish that it's very easy to run through a field, of course. Sometimes build is just a factor. ]