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“Hey, angel?”
“Yes, my dear?”
His words caught in his throat, those bright eyes looking at him with curiosity, seeping with kindness and warmth. And you’d think he’d be used to warmth. But this? This was something entirely new, and even after seeing it since the beginning of time he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. Clearing his throat he averted his gaze, “I was just wondering..” At a loss for words? Him? Unthinkable. But alas, here he was, speechless, his mind turning to static as he struggled to find the right words.
The static came to an abrupt stop as he felt a hand on top of his, “Are you alright, my dear? Is something troubling you? If you’d rather not talk about it I’m more than happy to just sit here with you and continue enjoying your company,” pursing his lips he slowly turned his gaze towards him, almost blinded by the expression on his face, eyes widening as he quickly placed his hand on top of his. “Oh,” those blue eyes filled with concern as he began to inch his hand out from under his, “I’m sorry, would you like not to be touched right now? I’d understand, sometimes we need a little space for ourselves when we aren’t our best selves, please do forgive me-” shaking his head he moved their hand until their palms were touching.
“I don’t give a damn if you’re holding my hand,” an amused chuckle left the other man as he nodded, “But if you could just stop looking at me like that this would be a whole lot easier.”
“Looking at you like what?”
“That.. that!”
He motioned to his face, huffing as the other man let out a laugh, “Crowley, my dear, this is just my face. Don’t tell me after 6000 years it bothers you.”
Dropping his face into his hand he sighed, “I think I would’ve known if it bothered me long before 6000 years passed, angel, I just..” letting out a noise of frustration he stood up, doing a small dance to hype himself up. “Okay, listen.”
“Listening.”
Crouching down he leaned his face close to his, “Why do you like the color yellow so much? I mean, everything you love the most is yellow! You even changed my bloody car to yellow once! Isn’t it an ugly color? It’s so bright and cheerful and warm, it’s absolutely disgusting.”
He watched as the other brought a hand to his lips, letting out a wondering hum, “I suppose,” he spoke slowly, as though he really had to think about it, though Crowley could tell he knew the answer. He was just drawing it out for the dramatics. “I like the color because it represents one of my favorite things in the world.”
“That’s what I said! Your favorite things are yellow! But that’s no explanation as to why it’s your favorite.”
“And I need to have an explanation?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.”
Standing up he straightened his shirt and placed his hands in front of himself, a sweet smile on his face. “Your eyes.”
“My eyes? What about my eyes?”
Crouching down to be at eye level with him he reached up, touching the side of his face. “Your eyes, my dear, are one of my favorite things.” Gently taking off Crowley's glasses he set them down on the bench, “There we go.”
Crowley’s face flushed as he started into his eyes with no obstruction from his glasses, “My eyes?” His brows furrowed, “But they’re awful.”
“Awfully beautiful, but that is my opinion.” Leaning forward he gently pressed his lips against his nose, and he saw a faint blush on his face as he pulled back. “And I do hope that won’t be your opinion forever.”
“I think,” turning his face away he tried to cover it with his arm, “That might change, but it might take some time.”
“Take as much time as you need, my dear.”
“I think I will, angel.”