Aziraphale did, in fact, think that the hand kissing part was going to be the end of it. It felt like the logical direction and he was-slash-is very opposed to that sort of thing. He didn't want to appear pushy or overeager or some equally unfortunate third option, but now that physical intimacy is on the table, Aziraphale found that he would like to regularly partake.
He's just also wary of it because he has never forgotten the body he has at current.
"You see—" Aziraphale starts once he realises he's been quiet for a little too long. Of course, the issue now is that he barely knows what to say. How could he explain this?
He clears his throat.
"Well, I don't mean to sound impatient or, or, or brutish about it. I just—"
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How awkward.
Aziraphale did, in fact, think that the hand kissing part was going to be the end of it. It felt like the logical direction and he was-slash-is very opposed to that sort of thing. He didn't want to appear pushy or overeager or some equally unfortunate third option, but now that physical intimacy is on the table, Aziraphale found that he would like to regularly partake.
He's just also wary of it because he has never forgotten the body he has at current.
"You see—" Aziraphale starts once he realises he's been quiet for a little too long. Of course, the issue now is that he barely knows what to say. How could he explain this?
He clears his throat.
"Well, I don't mean to sound impatient or, or, or brutish about it. I just—"
No, no, he can't say that. That's far too much.
"I'm sorry."