"Yeah," Crowley says, with barely a few seconds of thought. Aziraphale may well bite him, but he'd rather have this and be injured in the process than never have it at all. The thought of that is... too much. The concept of not being with Aziraphale is too much. He can't process it, can't imagine it, can't imagine existing that way. Perhaps they could... stay together in some limited fashion, but for how long? What if this place accelerates to the point that Aziraphale becomes a creature he cannot be with? What if they lose the chance?
The idea is intolerable.
Crowley squirms to sit up better, pressing close in to Aziraphale's side and hovering barely an inch from his face.
"Yeah," he repeats more softly, then leans in that last inch to nudge their lips together.
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"Yeah," Crowley says, with barely a few seconds of thought. Aziraphale may well bite him, but he'd rather have this and be injured in the process than never have it at all. The thought of that is... too much. The concept of not being with Aziraphale is too much. He can't process it, can't imagine it, can't imagine existing that way. Perhaps they could... stay together in some limited fashion, but for how long? What if this place accelerates to the point that Aziraphale becomes a creature he cannot be with? What if they lose the chance?
The idea is intolerable.
Crowley squirms to sit up better, pressing close in to Aziraphale's side and hovering barely an inch from his face.
"Yeah," he repeats more softly, then leans in that last inch to nudge their lips together.