Aziraphale chuckles sheepishly into Crowley's neck, face hidden so long as he can get away with it. "I didn't choose it for the last verse," he protests weakly. "Besides, there are more melodramatic choices."
He might have sung a few of those the night before. When the drinking turned from goofy ABBA hits to maudlin torch songs. But it doesn't matter now, Crowley is saying things that he's wanted to hear since... well, 1862, considering that nearly a century of hurt feelings went by until he saw him again. "Of course it's forever," he replies, looking into Crowley's eyes adoringly. "Now that I have you here, I'm never letting you go."
He nuzzles back into Crowley's embrace and adds with a soft laugh, "Not here here, as you said, although this is extremely nice. But we have restaurants to dine at and shows to see. And picnics -- I still owe you a picnic, don't I?"
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Date: 2020-01-29 03:08 pm (UTC)He might have sung a few of those the night before. When the drinking turned from goofy ABBA hits to maudlin torch songs. But it doesn't matter now, Crowley is saying things that he's wanted to hear since... well, 1862, considering that nearly a century of hurt feelings went by until he saw him again. "Of course it's forever," he replies, looking into Crowley's eyes adoringly. "Now that I have you here, I'm never letting you go."
He nuzzles back into Crowley's embrace and adds with a soft laugh, "Not here here, as you said, although this is extremely nice. But we have restaurants to dine at and shows to see. And picnics -- I still owe you a picnic, don't I?"