And he keeps looking at him, wishing, even more than before, that he could see his eyes. Crowley's hand cups the side of his face and it feels warm, gentle.
The angel smiles, faintly, but fondly. A whirlwind of words in his head, but none to be used. Not here. Not now. But they're there. They don't need to say them, but they resonate all the same.
The moment is only broken when the song ends and other people in the bar start applauding. He looks towards the stage, remembering where they are, then looks up at Crowley again, smiling sheepishly.
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Date: 2019-08-09 06:21 pm (UTC)The angel smiles, faintly, but fondly. A whirlwind of words in his head, but none to be used. Not here. Not now. But they're there. They don't need to say them, but they resonate all the same.
The moment is only broken when the song ends and other people in the bar start applauding. He looks towards the stage, remembering where they are, then looks up at Crowley again, smiling sheepishly.