[ If Aziraphale can ever convey to Crowley even half of how much he loves him, make him feel even a fraction as-- as cared for as Crowley makes him feel-- oh, it would be no small feat, that. He's not certain it's possible from a mathematical standpoint.
He'll do better. Learn to do better. Won't worry him like this again if he can help it, won't make himself into some relational liability that needs to always be watched for.
No, he'll just settle himself into his usual side of this bed like he normally would. Try to focus on smoothing the blankets out. Act like he's not buzzing with the desire to be physically touching Crowley again.
Well. That last bit is at least a little bit normal. ]
Doesn't it just. [ Warmth creeps into his tone despite everything else. The proof is in the pudding and all that. ] They always have had a way with words.
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He'll do better. Learn to do better. Won't worry him like this again if he can help it, won't make himself into some relational liability that needs to always be watched for.
No, he'll just settle himself into his usual side of this bed like he normally would. Try to focus on smoothing the blankets out. Act like he's not buzzing with the desire to be physically touching Crowley again.
Well. That last bit is at least a little bit normal. ]
Doesn't it just. [ Warmth creeps into his tone despite everything else. The proof is in the pudding and all that. ] They always have had a way with words.