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[goodoldfashioned]

Very possibly the goodest.

[His feathers are more than a bit ruffled -- he never quite got into the habit of keeping them as neat and clean as Policy encouraged. He doesn't even bother trying to stifle his giggling as Crowley explores. If he was a bit ticklish before, well, his wings are another story.

He presses a kiss to Crowley's forehead, not as frenzied and rushed as before, rather calm and soft, a sort of thank you.

In between the laughing, of course.]

In fact, you could say there's no contest, my dear boy.

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley studies him for a moment, stroking gently, his expression uncharacteristically earnest. Open. Vulnerable. ]

You know I love you, right?

[goodoldfashioned]

[Aziraphale's eyes crinkle at the corners. Soft and happy and overwhelmed.]

I do, yes. And you know I feel the same? That I love you.

[goodtobebad]

Yeah.

[ He smiles faintly. ]

I mean, you've got one up on me: you can sense it, can't you? But it's pretty obvious, even without being able to sense it.

[goodoldfashioned]

A bit of reminding now and then certainly doesn't hurt.

[Sensing it feels a bit like cheating, sometimes. Not when he can hear it directly from the source.]

[goodtobebad]

Well... reminder: I love you.

[ How's that??? ]

[goodoldfashioned]

[Very good, full marks.]

Allow me to return the favor? I love you very much, you see, and I... well, I wouldn't want you to forget that, either. Dreadfully important.

[He's lost track of his limbs somewhere down the line, and if pressed, would probably have difficulty remembering that they're even in a bed. He tracks down where one of Crowley's hands went and holds it in both of his, warm and sure.]

[goodtobebad]

...No. I won't forget. Promise.

[ Usually he'd make some sort of smart remark here, but... well. This is nice. Nice in the best way possible. ]