After a second of confusion, a fond, slightly amused smile gently places itself in the angel's face, as he remembers when Crowley took care to pack away the sushi for him.
The little gestures. They add up. They've been adding up for years - the ones that are entirely centered around the angel's interests, without him ever having to say a word, most times.
"Wine sounds wonderful." He won't even kick a fuss about the quality of it. He doesn't care about that, not right now. He just wants the break, and to appreciate this...this place where they find themselves.
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Date: 2019-09-01 11:59 pm (UTC)The little gestures. They add up. They've been adding up for years - the ones that are entirely centered around the angel's interests, without him ever having to say a word, most times.
"Wine sounds wonderful." He won't even kick a fuss about the quality of it. He doesn't care about that, not right now. He just wants the break, and to appreciate this...this place where they find themselves.