It isn't quite what he had been hoping for or really what he had been expecting—not when he thought he had been more than forthright when he requested for Crowley to ask him again, but properly. He thought he might be a little more prepared, might have more to say, or at the very least wouldn't look so nervous. He had already told him how he would answer, hadn't he?
His fingers curl around Crowley's slender ones, offering him a light but solid squeeze.
"Yes, my darling," he answers him the way that they both had known he would.
With that said, he gives Crowley's hand a gentle tug to urge him a little closer.
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It isn't quite what he had been hoping for or really what he had been expecting—not when he thought he had been more than forthright when he requested for Crowley to ask him again, but properly. He thought he might be a little more prepared, might have more to say, or at the very least wouldn't look so nervous. He had already told him how he would answer, hadn't he?
His fingers curl around Crowley's slender ones, offering him a light but solid squeeze.
"Yes, my darling," he answers him the way that they both had known he would.
With that said, he gives Crowley's hand a gentle tug to urge him a little closer.