Crowley's blurry memory of the night this came up doesn't really include him asking anything that directly. It mostly involves an argument over if they counted as together or not, followed by another argument over if now was the right time for this sort of thing.
He swallows awkwardly, fingers knitting with Aziraphale's for some sort of reassurance.
"Err," he manages, "well. Do you want us to be... together?"
That's how he said it before, right? Isn't it? He thinks? He feels as if he's forgotten how words work. For a creature who's used them for thousands of years across multiple languages he really should be better at this, but for some reason whenever it's important they utterly fail him. Another design flaw, that.
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Crowley's blurry memory of the night this came up doesn't really include him asking anything that directly. It mostly involves an argument over if they counted as together or not, followed by another argument over if now was the right time for this sort of thing.
He swallows awkwardly, fingers knitting with Aziraphale's for some sort of reassurance.
"Err," he manages, "well. Do you want us to be... together?"
That's how he said it before, right? Isn't it? He thinks? He feels as if he's forgotten how words work. For a creature who's used them for thousands of years across multiple languages he really should be better at this, but for some reason whenever it's important they utterly fail him. Another design flaw, that.