Aziraphale looks up at him again, pale blue eyes meeting the yellow, and he sees it. He knows it. More words left unsaid, could be interpreted as a whole new language between them, which they make a magnificent display of pretending they don't understand.
He stares, and he lingers, still holding his hand.
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Date: 2019-08-22 11:02 pm (UTC)He stares, and he lingers, still holding his hand.
"Then we'll use it to our advantage."
He's not leaving him. Not again.