The moment understanding dawns on Crowley is so entirely obvious as to be borderline comical. He listens, attentively, as Aziraphale explains himself. Curious, at first, when he says that isn't quite what he means. Head cocking slightly at the idea of Aziraphale struggling to be forthright about it. Eyes narrowing at the mention of wants, mild confusion at marking, then a slow widening of eyes as certain attentions and closeness sink in and take root in his mind.
"You mean like..."
Crowley trails off, hesitating as he fumbles for the right words.
"...intimacy?" he tries. Is that right? That's probably right. Temptations of the flesh, his brain supplies, but that's probably just the right way to derail this whole conversation and even he can see it's been a struggle to get it this far on track. Put that thought aside, Anthony J Crowley, and focus.
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The moment understanding dawns on Crowley is so entirely obvious as to be borderline comical. He listens, attentively, as Aziraphale explains himself. Curious, at first, when he says that isn't quite what he means. Head cocking slightly at the idea of Aziraphale struggling to be forthright about it. Eyes narrowing at the mention of wants, mild confusion at marking, then a slow widening of eyes as certain attentions and closeness sink in and take root in his mind.
"You mean like..."
Crowley trails off, hesitating as he fumbles for the right words.
"...intimacy?" he tries. Is that right? That's probably right. Temptations of the flesh, his brain supplies, but that's probably just the right way to derail this whole conversation and even he can see it's been a struggle to get it this far on track. Put that thought aside, Anthony J Crowley, and focus.