"Course he did," Crowley mutters to himself, hopefully quietly enough that Aziraphale doesn't hear.
But Aziraphale is smiling, and behind him on the desk are the flowers Crowley gave him just a few hours ago, and humans come and go but Crowley is still here, always still here, so he tries. He does. He smiles and nods, and they pour drinks and he exerts himself to actually make conversation, and if he veers the topic more towards their dinner or theatre in general and away from the show they just saw, well. He's trying, all right.
For a while. After an hour the wine is kicking in and Crowley is comfortably sprawled on the sofa with his socked feet on Aziraphale's lap, and out of nowhere he blurts out, "So, uh, did you and Wilde ever...dance the gavotte...?"
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I wanted a hat so by god I gave him a hat!
Date: 2020-03-13 11:39 pm (UTC)But Aziraphale is smiling, and behind him on the desk are the flowers Crowley gave him just a few hours ago, and humans come and go but Crowley is still here, always still here, so he tries. He does. He smiles and nods, and they pour drinks and he exerts himself to actually make conversation, and if he veers the topic more towards their dinner or theatre in general and away from the show they just saw, well. He's trying, all right.
For a while. After an hour the wine is kicking in and Crowley is comfortably sprawled on the sofa with his socked feet on Aziraphale's lap, and out of nowhere he blurts out, "So, uh, did you and Wilde ever...dance the gavotte...?"
Suave.