[ Aziraphale's eyes widen, and he gives Crowley that hopeful, adoring Look he knows so well. ]
You would do that? For me?
[ Of course he would. Of course he would pretend, play at wooing an Aziraphale he'd already more than won over just as he'd played the dashing knight to his damsel time and time again. But affection and gratitude blooms in Aziraphale's chest all the same, and it's all he can do to keep from throwing his arms around Crowley and kissing him right then. ]
Oh, thank you, my dear. I know we don't need to, I don't...I don't need any of that from you.
[ All he needs is Crowley, in the end, and if they did nothing but cuddle on this couch together for the rest of time...well, it wouldn't be everything he wanted. But it would be enough. ]
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Yes, that's it exactly! Dates...flowers...the mystery and excitement of new love...anticipation and hope and uncertainty...
[ He sighs deeply, a dreamy look on his face. ]
Romance.
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[But how can he possibly argue with that dreamy look.]
Well- there's not a lot of different places for romance up here on the moon. Did you have any ideas?
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You would do that? For me?
[ Of course he would. Of course he would pretend, play at wooing an Aziraphale he'd already more than won over just as he'd played the dashing knight to his damsel time and time again. But affection and gratitude blooms in Aziraphale's chest all the same, and it's all he can do to keep from throwing his arms around Crowley and kissing him right then. ]
Oh, thank you, my dear. I know we don't need to, I don't...I don't need any of that from you.
[ All he needs is Crowley, in the end, and if they did nothing but cuddle on this couch together for the rest of time...well, it wouldn't be everything he wanted. But it would be enough. ]
But I had so been looking forward to it...
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What he does is bring Aziraphale's hand up to his lips and kiss his knuckles reverently, closing his eyes and lingering.]
Was that all that was bothering you, angel?
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Y...yes.
[ His voice is faint and breathy, and he clears his throat, shaking himself. ]
Ah, yes. That was all, Crowley. Thank you.
[ His own cheeks are pink now, and he's trying his best to bite back the sappiest of smiles. It's not going very well. ]