Crowley freezes as he watches that smile stutter and vanish. But before he can move his hand away it creeps back. Crowley's own expression is open with wonder as he carefully touches the tip of his finger just to the edge of Aziraphale's mouth, where small wrinkles curve upwards into something that tentatively looks...happy.
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Date: 2021-08-11 12:44 pm (UTC)