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They were in silence. Being aware of each other's company was enough. No words were necessary, in that precise moment, at least until Crowley moved his hand closer to the Angel's and noticed Aziraphale's reaction: he seemed unsure. He immediately stopped.
– I'm sorry, am I being too fast again? – he sighed, more at himself than the situation, really. – I can slow down.
Aziraphale, who up until that moment did not dare look at Crowley – he feared what he could see, and what that vision would do to him – finally raised his eyes at the demon. He looked ashamed, but not at the situation, and yes for believing he did something that made Aziraphale uncomfortable. Honestly, he could not ask for anyone else. There wouldn't be anyone who waited for 6000 years. Not anyone but him.
The angel smiled, and the demon looked back at him. Aziraphale, gently as ever, put a hand on his cheek. The shaved skin was more rough than he expected, but really, he should've learned not to expect anything from Crowley – he always had something surprising up his sleeve.
And seeing him smile back, with an expression full of light, filled to the brim with, well, love , made Aziraphale's interior flip a thousand times. A smile which the demon had held back for 6000 years.
– It's quite alright, darling.