The angel tucks his face into Crowley's neck and breathes him in for a moment or two, letting the love settle within him and around him. There's a huff of breath, barely a snort, when Crowley feels the need to contradict his statement. Even now, they don't see eye-to-eye on God's plan, but that's fine. Crowley wouldn't be himself otherwise.
And then he's squeezed, clung to so fervently that he'd have the wind knocked out of him if he were mortal. "My dear," he murmurs, brushing his hand down Crowley's spine soothingly. "Don't thank me for doing what I should have done ages ago. But yes, you're right. It doesn't matter how the path started, I chose to walk it with you."
He brushes his lips against the soft skin of Crowley's throat and adds, just a touch impishly. "You were the one who chose that song, however."
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Date: 2020-01-26 03:35 am (UTC)And then he's squeezed, clung to so fervently that he'd have the wind knocked out of him if he were mortal. "My dear," he murmurs, brushing his hand down Crowley's spine soothingly. "Don't thank me for doing what I should have done ages ago. But yes, you're right. It doesn't matter how the path started, I chose to walk it with you."
He brushes his lips against the soft skin of Crowley's throat and adds, just a touch impishly. "You were the one who chose that song, however."