Crowley closes his eyes. "I know, angel. Aziraphale." He can feel the terror in that grip on his clothes, tries to soothe it a little with stroking hands and gentle kisses. "I love you. More than anything in the world. More than the world, even." His palm slides down Aziraphale's spine, stops at the small of the back, pulls him in closer. "I love you."
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Date: 2020-01-16 12:59 am (UTC)