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When Crowley took off his sunglasses for the first time around Aziraphale since the fight, he let out an audible gasp. Crowley looked at him with an incredulous look, an eyebrow raised.
"I've missed your eyes, my dear," he said.
"Hmm," Crowley replied, nonchalantly, though the tension in his shoulders gave it away.
Rain starts to fall. It's not quite a downpour, but more than just a drizzle. Crowley puts his wing up to shield Aziraphale from the rain, acting as a canopy.
Face to face, only a few inches away, they stare into each other's eyes, in fact, made for each other.
He leans in and closes the gap, before realising Crowley didn't kiss him back. Worried that he might have changed his mind, that Crowley doesn't love him anymore, he pulls back. Before he can get his words out, Crowley grabs the angel's neck to pull him closer and puts his mouth on his.
This kiss is just as intense as the first kiss, but not as rushed. This one says "we have until the end of time".
When they eventually pull back, the serpent moves his hands to Aziraphale's face, caressing him. He moves his thumb to wipe away a tear that had somehow escaped.
"You think too much," says Crowley, "it's been 6,000 years. I'm not gonna change my mind, just don't leave me again."
There's more than one tear in Aziraphale's streaming down, feeling guilty from his earlier actions.
"I won't, I promise. I'm so, so sorry, my dear."