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Aziraphale smiles. “I do like you, you know.”
“You do?” Crowley raises a teasing eyebrow.
Apparently he misses the mark; Aziraphale’s tone remains utterly serious. “Yes, I do. Quite a bit.”
And it’s not like Crowley didn’t already know it. It’s not like Aziraphale hasn’t told him, even, multiple times. The Ritz, the bookshop, the park…
But still, hearing it here, bandstand arching overhead, apocalypse behind them and the future ahead, he has to remember how to blink.
Then, dismayingly, he realizes he didn’t respond. “I like you too!”
Aziraphale rolls his eyes, and presses Crowley’s hand. “I know, dear.”
