Crowley hasn't actually said the word love yet. Even when singing, that one came out more of a mumble. But he doesn't deny it. "Fuck...forever, I sometimes think, except that I kept trying so blessed hard not to call it that." The noise Aziraphale makes when he joins their hands shivers down his spine. He'd like to wrap it up in a box or something, keep it for later. "Couldn't call it anything else after what you did in 1967, though. That was a real kick in the head. Tied me in knots for months."
He's still not looking at Aziraphale, though their heads are bent close together, foreheads touching as they crowd close together on one side of the booth, just...getting used to this. No, not getting used to it at all. Still recovering from the sheer astonishment of it all, that they're actually talking about it, after so much time and so much effort putting into not acknowledging it at all.
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Date: 2019-09-09 11:19 am (UTC)He's still not looking at Aziraphale, though their heads are bent close together, foreheads touching as they crowd close together on one side of the booth, just...getting used to this. No, not getting used to it at all. Still recovering from the sheer astonishment of it all, that they're actually talking about it, after so much time and so much effort putting into not acknowledging it at all.