𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

There are many things they should say. It's always the same, words worth saying that will never see the light of day. Looks and feelings and thoughts that they don't acknowledge, or they do, little promises and requests and they can only just trust the other to respond to in some way. And they don't, always. It's not always a yes. But Crowley definitely has Aziraphale beaten in that score, and the angel is well aware of his failings.

Too many words, and eternity is not enough. So he just closes his eyes and returns the kiss, in the quiet, in this room, just for them.

Please, please don't leave me alone. I don't have anything else. Don't want anything else. I love you.