Aziraphale catches his gaze, and Crowley searches it, trying to see if he's reading it correctly. Is this---does that mean---? And then he's looking away, but he's smiling. It's always been there, something between them. Friendship, more, whatever it is, Crowley refuses to think he's the only one in this pairing who has felt this way. Too many times they've sat for too long together, bonded over the most ridiculous things together, and it's always felt right.
The song ends, and someone else steps up to sing another Queen song---Crowley wonders, idly, if the number of Queen songs is strictly due to the fact that he's entered the karaoke bar. Love of My Life. Classic.
"Oh, come on," Crowley says. "This one? It's easier to dance to the slow ones."
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Date: 2019-08-08 09:14 pm (UTC)The song ends, and someone else steps up to sing another Queen song---Crowley wonders, idly, if the number of Queen songs is strictly due to the fact that he's entered the karaoke bar. Love of My Life. Classic.
"Oh, come on," Crowley says. "This one? It's easier to dance to the slow ones."