There is the passive touch, of a hand in a hand, and then there is the active touch, of Aziraphale's thumb running across Crowley's knuckles. And Crowley feels himself hold his breath for a moment, because that sort of touch, it can mean something, it could mean something unsaid. Something that needed to be said.
"Angel---" he starts, but the words get caught in his throat. What does he say? If there aren't any lines, where do they stand?
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timeasmymeasure
she deserves it! maybe
Date: 2019-07-25 01:42 am (UTC)"Angel---" he starts, but the words get caught in his throat. What does he say? If there aren't any lines, where do they stand?