They always had one another, didn't they? Even when they couldn't express it in so many words. Aziraphale is grateful to have the chance now. Not in a song, but in his own words.
It hurts, though, to know that Crowley thought he'd been abandoned at the bandstand, and again on the street corner, begging the angel to go off with him to Alpha Centauri. He hates himself for it, for turning Crowley away, but he wasn't ready. He needed more time, just one more chance to try and get through to the Almighty and stop Armageddon through the proper channels.
The sharp squeeze of his hand snaps him out of his spiral of self-loathing. He looks up at Crowley , realizes immediately that he's forgetting the deepest cut of all -- Crowley finding his bookshop in flames and the angel gone. Discorporated, except Crowley didn't know that at the time, did he?
As close as Crowley gets, Aziraphale pulls him in that much more, pressing a frantic kiss into Crowley's hair. "I'm here, I'm here," he whispers, as much for his own reassurance as for Crowley's. "Please... please, my dear. My dearest. Can we go now?"
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It hurts, though, to know that Crowley thought he'd been abandoned at the bandstand, and again on the street corner, begging the angel to go off with him to Alpha Centauri. He hates himself for it, for turning Crowley away, but he wasn't ready. He needed more time, just one more chance to try and get through to the Almighty and stop Armageddon through the proper channels.
The sharp squeeze of his hand snaps him out of his spiral of self-loathing. He looks up at Crowley , realizes immediately that he's forgetting the deepest cut of all -- Crowley finding his bookshop in flames and the angel gone. Discorporated, except Crowley didn't know that at the time, did he?
As close as Crowley gets, Aziraphale pulls him in that much more, pressing a frantic kiss into Crowley's hair. "I'm here, I'm here," he whispers, as much for his own reassurance as for Crowley's. "Please... please, my dear. My dearest. Can we go now?"