Aziraphale certainly didn't want to come off as greedy or possibly over-eager, as neither were truly a good look, but he does feel that Crowley had pulled away far too quickly. He could have lingered, could have kissed him somewhere other than his deformed hands, and yet he is already trying to pick up where they left off with the unwrapping of gifts. His ears flick twice before flattening against his hair in irritation.
"Yes, uhm—" he starts, taking the offered gift. He holds it between his fingers for a little too long before setting it down against his lap, one hand resting against the top. He thinks about saying something, about complaining, but it's a holiday. Things were supposed to be nice on holidays.
Another moment passes before Aziraphale decides that it's more important to be nice on a holiday than to voice his feelings. Carefully, he starts to pick open the wrapping paper to reveal the book within.
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Aziraphale certainly didn't want to come off as greedy or possibly over-eager, as neither were truly a good look, but he does feel that Crowley had pulled away far too quickly. He could have lingered, could have kissed him somewhere other than his deformed hands, and yet he is already trying to pick up where they left off with the unwrapping of gifts. His ears flick twice before flattening against his hair in irritation.
"Yes, uhm—" he starts, taking the offered gift. He holds it between his fingers for a little too long before setting it down against his lap, one hand resting against the top. He thinks about saying something, about complaining, but it's a holiday. Things were supposed to be nice on holidays.
Another moment passes before Aziraphale decides that it's more important to be nice on a holiday than to voice his feelings. Carefully, he starts to pick open the wrapping paper to reveal the book within.