Crowley can't help but let out a short, humorless laugh. Because it's so easy for Aziraphale, isn't it? It's so easy for him to just be righteous and want to commit to this, to what they have between them now, now that his life is on the line. Would he feel the same if Aziraphale were the one they were after and Crowley was the one who had been hurt? Would he fight for them together then?
But how can Crowley possibly leave? Every instinct in him is saying that he should go, that he should disappear this moment and reappear far away from the angel so that he can't possibly hold onto his scent at all. But that would mean leaving. And Aziraphale is holding his hand, and they are here, together and----and how could he leave?
He reaches up with his free hand to touch the angel's face. Another intimate touch, another reach into the space that they've started to make for each other.
"If you die----" he warns. He won't forgive himself, surely. Probably won't forgive Aziraphale himself for having convinced him to stay. He certainly won't be far after him, since he'll have whoever did the killing to destroy.
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But how can Crowley possibly leave? Every instinct in him is saying that he should go, that he should disappear this moment and reappear far away from the angel so that he can't possibly hold onto his scent at all. But that would mean leaving. And Aziraphale is holding his hand, and they are here, together and----and how could he leave?
He reaches up with his free hand to touch the angel's face. Another intimate touch, another reach into the space that they've started to make for each other.
"If you die----" he warns. He won't forgive himself, surely. Probably won't forgive Aziraphale himself for having convinced him to stay. He certainly won't be far after him, since he'll have whoever did the killing to destroy.