Crowley closes his eyes at the touch of a fingertip, tilts his face as it traces from forehead down to jaw. It eases the churning of guilt and humiliation, more than a little. It's not the first time Aziraphale's seen him at his lowest, even if this is a lower low than he's fallen to before.
(was he trying to Fall, this time? He might have been. It would have proven something if he'd Fallen now, now of all times. Might have been worth it, even...
No. No, he won't go near that thought. Not yet. Later, when this is real, when he's sobered up somewhat and Aziraphale is holding him in the dark and the quiet, when he knows bone-deep he's not alone. Maybe then.
One step at a time. Aziraphale can't carry him for all of them, Crowley will have to do some of it)
He catches Aziraphale's fingers again and kisses them, rests his lips against them for a moment. "Don't think 've got any miracles in me, just now," he says. "Wouldn't trust 'em, anyway. Think you can do clothes? 'n something to get this taste out of m'mouth so I can kiss you?"
His heart skips a beat in sudden uncertainty. He can't help it, Aziraphale has been nothing but loving, nothing but kind, but...Crowley looks up, bites his lip. "If that's, if you want..." His voice trails off. It's a long time since the last time they've seen each other. It's longer since Camelot, when they were able to share a bed for years on end, those wonderful, strange years of discovery and grief. He wouldn't blame Aziraphale for not wanting someone in the state Crowley's in, at least not right now.
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They haven't, or Crowley would've been holding his. Happy for them to do it later. Also A is SO good
Date: 2020-05-19 11:00 pm (UTC)(was he trying to Fall, this time? He might have been. It would have proven something if he'd Fallen now, now of all times. Might have been worth it, even...
No. No, he won't go near that thought. Not yet. Later, when this is real, when he's sobered up somewhat and Aziraphale is holding him in the dark and the quiet, when he knows bone-deep he's not alone. Maybe then.
One step at a time. Aziraphale can't carry him for all of them, Crowley will have to do some of it)
He catches Aziraphale's fingers again and kisses them, rests his lips against them for a moment. "Don't think 've got any miracles in me, just now," he says. "Wouldn't trust 'em, anyway. Think you can do clothes? 'n something to get this taste out of m'mouth so I can kiss you?"
His heart skips a beat in sudden uncertainty. He can't help it, Aziraphale has been nothing but loving, nothing but kind, but...Crowley looks up, bites his lip. "If that's, if you want..." His voice trails off. It's a long time since the last time they've seen each other. It's longer since Camelot, when they were able to share a bed for years on end, those wonderful, strange years of discovery and grief. He wouldn't blame Aziraphale for not wanting someone in the state Crowley's in, at least not right now.