"We couldn't ever say it, before." It's easier, now that he's gotten started, now that he's looking at Zira. Now that Zira is looking back, not glancing away or wearing a false smile or pretending something else is happening. Maybe that's all yet to come and if it does Crowley will have to grin and bear it the same way he has for centuries, and he will, he would.
But right now...for right now he can keep going, and does. "And I get that. I do. But I know...you know..." He stops and swallows. Takes a breath. Spits it out. "Everything is always better when you're here. Everything. I've spent centuries trying to wrangle things to spend as much time in your company as possible without being obvious about it, because I couldn't say any of it and you couldn't have said anything back even if I had done. But now I can. So...so I love you, and I want to live with you. If that's something you'd...be okay with."
And now those nerves catch up with him again, and he flushes and looks away, bites his lip. "And we could figure out what exactly that'd all entail in advance or as we go, or, or if you need we can just forget this conversation happened and I'll shut my mouth and not mention it ever again, just please stay my friend and I'm sorry to throw all of this at you at once, but you did ask what was on my mind and the answer is you, it's always you. So...that's it."
It's not his most eloquent moment and later on he'll kick himself for not being more suave or at least coherent. Damn it, he should have planned this, should have arranged some romantic dinner with which to woo his fiend and knock the socks off his hooves, but it's too late now. This will have to do.
I love that icon
But right now...for right now he can keep going, and does. "And I get that. I do. But I know...you know..." He stops and swallows. Takes a breath. Spits it out. "Everything is always better when you're here. Everything. I've spent centuries trying to wrangle things to spend as much time in your company as possible without being obvious about it, because I couldn't say any of it and you couldn't have said anything back even if I had done. But now I can. So...so I love you, and I want to live with you. If that's something you'd...be okay with."
And now those nerves catch up with him again, and he flushes and looks away, bites his lip. "And we could figure out what exactly that'd all entail in advance or as we go, or, or if you need we can just forget this conversation happened and I'll shut my mouth and not mention it ever again, just please stay my friend and I'm sorry to throw all of this at you at once, but you did ask what was on my mind and the answer is you, it's always you. So...that's it."
It's not his most eloquent moment and later on he'll kick himself for not being more suave or at least coherent. Damn it, he should have planned this, should have arranged some romantic dinner with which to woo his fiend and knock the socks off his hooves, but it's too late now. This will have to do.