He turns his head to kiss the angel's hand. So much has changed between them, he thinks. After all, now he can do something like that, he can express his affection for Aziraphale with a kiss or a touch when he couldn't before. But in the same instance, nothing has changed. He still feels the same adoration for him as he did before even the world almost ended.
He puts a hand at Aziraphale's waist, just enough to keep him close. Angels don't dance, but Aziraphale danced with him. Demons don't love, but Crowley shares love with Aziraphale.
"I'll do anything," he says again. "Anything you want, angel."
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Date: 2019-09-07 02:58 am (UTC)He puts a hand at Aziraphale's waist, just enough to keep him close. Angels don't dance, but Aziraphale danced with him. Demons don't love, but Crowley shares love with Aziraphale.
"I'll do anything," he says again. "Anything you want, angel."