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[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?

[lunchbreaks]

"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."

[lunchbreaks]

"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.