There is a brief moment of silence as Aziraphale's eyebrow knit together, not quite grasping the point of the question at first. He hadn't been aware that there should be any sort of test in the first place, but then understanding strikes him all at once. He lets out a soft "oh" as he glances down at Crowley, so gently and so sweetly leaning against him.
"Yes," he answers. He discards his glass onto the coffee table, getting it away and out of hands before moving to sit down on the couch beside Crowley.
Aziraphale lifts a hand to Crowley's face, pressing his palm against a cheek to cradle him gently.
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There is a brief moment of silence as Aziraphale's eyebrow knit together, not quite grasping the point of the question at first. He hadn't been aware that there should be any sort of test in the first place, but then understanding strikes him all at once. He lets out a soft "oh" as he glances down at Crowley, so gently and so sweetly leaning against him.
"Yes," he answers. He discards his glass onto the coffee table, getting it away and out of hands before moving to sit down on the couch beside Crowley.
Aziraphale lifts a hand to Crowley's face, pressing his palm against a cheek to cradle him gently.
"Thank you for the lovely evening."