It's not the words that convince him. They're good points, ones that he's considered, but he's also considered the endless nightmare of waiting and waiting and waiting and the relief of having that question, at least, answered. The axe finally fallen. So they aren't what convinces him.
Instead it's the raw pain in Aziraphale's voice, the weight and silent knowledge of suffering...that arrests Crowley as no words could. He has an idea, and he knows it's only a small awareness of the whole, of what agony Aziraphale went through when he Fell. How could he ask such a blindingly foolish question, knowing that? How could he be so utterly thoughtless?
He makes a low noise and tilts his head, leaning in. It's not much of a kiss, hard and guilt-ridden and grieving. But it's still comforting and meant to comfort. "I'm sorry," he whispers, clutching at Aziraphale's shoulders, rich fabric under his palms. "I'm sorry, love, I shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have--" Shouldn't have hurt you by asking, shouldn't have let myself sink this low, shouldn't have-- He breathes in hard, presses another kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. "Forgive me."
Nghhh yes please.
It's not the words that convince him. They're good points, ones that he's considered, but he's also considered the endless nightmare of waiting and waiting and waiting and the relief of having that question, at least, answered. The axe finally fallen. So they aren't what convinces him.
Instead it's the raw pain in Aziraphale's voice, the weight and silent knowledge of suffering...that arrests Crowley as no words could. He has an idea, and he knows it's only a small awareness of the whole, of what agony Aziraphale went through when he Fell. How could he ask such a blindingly foolish question, knowing that? How could he be so utterly thoughtless?
He makes a low noise and tilts his head, leaning in. It's not much of a kiss, hard and guilt-ridden and grieving. But it's still comforting and meant to comfort. "I'm sorry," he whispers, clutching at Aziraphale's shoulders, rich fabric under his palms. "I'm sorry, love, I shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have--" Shouldn't have hurt you by asking, shouldn't have let myself sink this low, shouldn't have-- He breathes in hard, presses another kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. "Forgive me."