[The sheepishness is spreading like a woolen sweater. Aziraphale's hands flutter, trying to hold onto Crowley's. He can't not kiss him after that, now can he? So he does.]
[ It’s a bit overwhelming, sometimes, having all that angelic and earthly love directed at him so completely. Never thought it’d happen, that’s for sure. And now it is, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.
Not in a bad way, of course.
So for now he returns the kiss, sliding his arms around the angel to pull him closer. ]
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[ Crowley manages to look sheepish, even ducking his head a bit. ]
Love you, too.
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[The sheepishness is spreading like a woolen sweater. Aziraphale's hands flutter, trying to hold onto Crowley's. He can't not kiss him after that, now can he? So he does.]
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Not in a bad way, of course.
So for now he returns the kiss, sliding his arms around the angel to pull him closer. ]