Crowley, in contrast, is suddenly more calm than he's been in millennia. No more wondering what to say, how to ask. He has permission. And if only for this, only permission to hold Zira's hands and lean against him...well. It's enough. Maybe later he'll need to figure out how to ask for more, if he wants to ask for more, but for now this is more than enough.
The freedom of it is blissful, and as an angel he knows more than a little about bliss.
"Nothing you need to apologize for." The words come at once, easily and contented. "Never has been. Not to me."
(He means it, is the thing. He's never minded Zira's skittishness or paranoia. He understands it too well to mind)
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Date: 2021-06-04 03:22 pm (UTC)The freedom of it is blissful, and as an angel he knows more than a little about bliss.
"Nothing you need to apologize for." The words come at once, easily and contented. "Never has been. Not to me."
(He means it, is the thing. He's never minded Zira's skittishness or paranoia. He understands it too well to mind)