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They were quiet as they got ready for bed, moving in a sort of quiet sync. If Crowley just closed his eyes, he could almost pretend he remembered learning the steps to this dance.
How to explain the implicit trust between yourself and a person whose middle name you don’t even know?
Not having to speak somehow made it easier, he felt, to remember the steps. To know when to turn in or away. Aziraphale, he knew, implicitly, had known when he knew nothing else.
Carve the map into my bones so I never get lost again, tie string to my fingers so that I may find my way home, write your spells into my blood so that I might never stray from you again.
After it all, he found he couldn’t sleep. He stared into the bathroom mirror, considering the dark circles under his eyes, the sigil at his temple, the length of his hair. No matter what, things would change tomorrow. He would remember or he would be no more. He didn’t want to leave Aziraphale, but he was confident enough to allow him to try and fix all of this. Aziraphale was determined they would be together, one way, or another, and he trusted him.
His eyes were still adjusting from the harsh bathroom light when he crawled back into bed so he didn't immediately notice Aziraphale staring at him.
"Are you alright," he whispered.
"Yeah, 'course. Go back to sleep."
Aziraphale was quiet for a long moment, then scooted closer. "Are you afraid?"
Crowley hummed, considering. "Wouldn't it just heighten your anxiety if I was?"
"My dear, I think my anxiety is as high as is possible."
He reached a hand across the small space between them, "yes, I'm afraid."
Aziraphale clasped his hand, weaving their fingers together. "I am too," he admitted. "I'm afraid that when we try to cut the threads of the curse we'll slip and cut everything. I'm afraid the curse is so tightly knotted into your being that trying to untangle it will take apart everything that you are. I'm afraid that no matter what you will be severely hurt by this."
"Hey, you've got the steadiest hands I've ever seen, I've seen you chop vegetables. Besides, I trust you, and Newt and Anathema. Hell, I even trust the rest of your crazy coven, eccentric as they are. You pulled me outta the grave, pulled me back from the edge more times than I know right now. I know that you can do this. We're gonna make it, alright?"
"Alright, I believe you."
Crowley grinned in the dark. "You better. Now get some sleep, we're gonna need it."