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[lunchbreaks]

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[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale likes this better, anyway: they can just be themselves, like they always had, but perhaps with a little more by way of kissing and Aziraphale leaning his head on Crowley's shoulder as they walk.

Yes, they get back to the bookshop without incident, but somehow Aziraphale is feeling happier and lighter than usual, practically bubbly. He curls an arm around Crowley's waist as they step over the threshold.

[goodtobebad]

The arm around his waist is a bit new, Crowley has to admit. He glances at Aziraphale for a moment as they stand inside the shop.

"Angel..." He trails off, a question on his face that he can't find the words for. "More wine?" he finally suggests, trying to push all the other things away. They've already had a few. Maybe that's what has Aziraphale being so affectionate.

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"Yes, please." Crowley is the only person he'd trust to serve him his own wine in his own shop. But as soon as they get in, he reaches for Crowley's hand, and gives it a squeeze.

"Is this alright, dear?" he asks.

[goodtobebad]

Crowley pauses, brows furrowing.

"The answer is probably 'yes' but you might need to explain exactly what this is," he points out. What, exactly, is the angel talking about here?

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"This, I mean. Holding your hand, leaning on your shoulder. We never did... discuss it."

There's a lot of things they haven't discussed in the last 6000 years that they ought to have.

[goodtobebad]

Crowley glances down at the angel's arm around him, glad he's still wearing his sunglasses.

"Yeah, well, I figured even if you wanted to, you'd. Be afraid," he says after a moment. "Or I'd be going too fast."

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"I was," he answers. "And we were." But then he takes Crowley's hand and stands close. "But they can't touch us anymore. I'm sorry if I worried you," he says, voice lowering.

[goodtobebad]

“You didn’t,” Crowley says immediately, wanting to reassure, and then he looks a little sheepish.

“I just mean... I mean, having you - however you like - it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re. Around me. As long as you’re willing.”

Aziraphale is, after all, his only friend. The friend he’s been in love with for at least a couple of millennia. That bit will never change.