Crowley lets the words flow over him like the water does on his skin, just as cleansing. He listens, makes a comment or three, but the subjects don't really matter. It's all soothing, Aziraphale working to bind Crowley in the here and now, instead of beimg trapped inside his own head. Making him think about the larger world, and not just what he's seen during the past year. Reminding him there's more. More than this.
Then Aziraphale quiets, runs fingers through the now-short hairs. The gentle tugging feels wonderful. Crowley closes his eyes and leans into the touch. "'ve given you a pretty shit reunion here, love," he says softly. "M'sorry."
He sighs and opens his eyes, turns to look up at Aziraphale with a small, apologetic smile. "'ll make it up to you. Might need sleep first, 'n a few gallons of one hangover cure or 'nother. But I will."
He reaches up a hand and brushes his fingers on Aziraphale's face, heedless of the water dripping from them. "Missed you." It's a whisper this time. "So much."
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Don't be silly, I know how busy your work is! *Hugs*
Date: 2020-05-10 01:23 am (UTC)Then Aziraphale quiets, runs fingers through the now-short hairs. The gentle tugging feels wonderful. Crowley closes his eyes and leans into the touch. "'ve given you a pretty shit reunion here, love," he says softly. "M'sorry."
He sighs and opens his eyes, turns to look up at Aziraphale with a small, apologetic smile. "'ll make it up to you. Might need sleep first, 'n a few gallons of one hangover cure or 'nother. But I will."
He reaches up a hand and brushes his fingers on Aziraphale's face, heedless of the water dripping from them. "Missed you." It's a whisper this time. "So much."