Crowley nods, and carefully releases the angel's hands to go to the wine. Part of him doesn't want to leave the angel's side----ever, actually. Basically to protect him forever after what's just happened and transpired between them.
But he heads over to grab two glasses from the small kitchen, as well as the wine opener. They need a break, he thinks. They need to think about nothing but the wine and the time they have now. Hastur can't take that from them, Heaven can't either. He'll spend as long as they have left together trying to protect that.
"We've got this place for as long as we want to have it," he tells the angel as he opens the bottle. "No rush to go anywhere."
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Date: 2019-09-02 12:13 am (UTC)But he heads over to grab two glasses from the small kitchen, as well as the wine opener. They need a break, he thinks. They need to think about nothing but the wine and the time they have now. Hastur can't take that from them, Heaven can't either. He'll spend as long as they have left together trying to protect that.
"We've got this place for as long as we want to have it," he tells the angel as he opens the bottle. "No rush to go anywhere."