[ There are infinite endearments in infinite combinations across infinite dimensions and realities and languages, in the whole of creation in all forms that it takes.
Aziraphale thinks his favorite is when Crowley calls him love. But that's between him and-- himself, he supposes. No one is listening if no one is watching.
He can worry about that again another time. He can worry about things like consequences and eye contact later, too. Right now he has physical affection and a warm mug. His tea tastes exactly the way it's supposed to taste. Crowley is Crowley. Things are quiet again. Nobody needs to be any more vulnerable than they want to anymore. It's grounding. Tethering.
The tight knotted thing in his chest starts to relent. Aziraphale can't imagine having the energy to give it the reins again in any case. ]
I always liked you better. [ Water is wet, grass is green, etc. ]
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Aziraphale thinks his favorite is when Crowley calls him love. But that's between him and-- himself, he supposes. No one is listening if no one is watching.
He can worry about that again another time. He can worry about things like consequences and eye contact later, too. Right now he has physical affection and a warm mug. His tea tastes exactly the way it's supposed to taste. Crowley is Crowley. Things are quiet again. Nobody needs to be any more vulnerable than they want to anymore. It's grounding. Tethering.
The tight knotted thing in his chest starts to relent. Aziraphale can't imagine having the energy to give it the reins again in any case. ]
I always liked you better. [ Water is wet, grass is green, etc. ]