"See? If I'd been awake, you wouldn't've had all that fun. You would have been too busy thwarting me." It was an absolutely valid argument and he would stick to that. But the way Aziraphale's voice cracked on that name made Crowley wish that he'd been there for him just for that. Humans had such short lifespans and outliving them was one of the worst curses about being immortal. Not to Crowley, of course. He didn't get attached to humans arbitrarily.
Those yellow eyes stayed locked on Aziraphale. Taking off his shades in the angel's presence was just a natural response. He knew he could be himself around the blonde and it was relaxing. "I should have been there for you with Wilde. That's my only regret." Because he did enjoy the long nap.
The demon gave Aziraphale a look that said Was that necessary? when he wiped the juice on his well-kept feathers. "I swear, Angel." He puffed a bit, but ran his fingertips through Aziraphale's feathers, situating them back into a more unruffled rest, as they should be, but weren't. Aziraphale's outburst about dreams and the berries, however, stilled his hands, mid preen of those white feathers. What was he on about?
"Real me?" The angel wasn't drunk, he could tell that much. But he was certainly babbling nonsense right now. Crowley gave the man's shoulder a pinch. Not too hard, but enough to be uncomfortable. "You're not dreaming me up, Angel. I'm actually here, you silly idiot." He went back to preening the angel. "Oh, don't worry, I'll keep you groomed." He teased, but still wasn't sure what to think about that dream nonsense.
"This isn't normal sleep, Aziraphale. We're all dreaming together. There's no waking up and you're not concocting me--why would you even? Wouldn't you have better people to dream about? I'm real."
Crowley moved his hands down one wing, still working the feathers back into place proper, but now he couldn't hold eye contact with the angel. "I didn't do anything! She's a little girl. I would never!" Yes, the angel already knew that, but still. "Like you, I'd fallen asleep out here and she found me. She misheard one of our conversations--rather, my side of the conversation--and mistook something I said. Now she has a mess of ideas in her head." He hated feeling like he was being chastised by the angel. Made him all huffy.
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Those yellow eyes stayed locked on Aziraphale. Taking off his shades in the angel's presence was just a natural response. He knew he could be himself around the blonde and it was relaxing. "I should have been there for you with Wilde. That's my only regret." Because he did enjoy the long nap.
The demon gave Aziraphale a look that said Was that necessary? when he wiped the juice on his well-kept feathers. "I swear, Angel." He puffed a bit, but ran his fingertips through Aziraphale's feathers, situating them back into a more unruffled rest, as they should be, but weren't. Aziraphale's outburst about dreams and the berries, however, stilled his hands, mid preen of those white feathers. What was he on about?
"Real me?" The angel wasn't drunk, he could tell that much. But he was certainly babbling nonsense right now. Crowley gave the man's shoulder a pinch. Not too hard, but enough to be uncomfortable. "You're not dreaming me up, Angel. I'm actually here, you silly idiot." He went back to preening the angel. "Oh, don't worry, I'll keep you groomed." He teased, but still wasn't sure what to think about that dream nonsense.
"This isn't normal sleep, Aziraphale. We're all dreaming together. There's no waking up and you're not concocting me--why would you even? Wouldn't you have better people to dream about? I'm real."
Crowley moved his hands down one wing, still working the feathers back into place proper, but now he couldn't hold eye contact with the angel. "I didn't do anything! She's a little girl. I would never!" Yes, the angel already knew that, but still. "Like you, I'd fallen asleep out here and she found me. She misheard one of our conversations--rather, my side of the conversation--and mistook something I said. Now she has a mess of ideas in her head." He hated feeling like he was being chastised by the angel. Made him all huffy.