Oh, of course, Crowley. I wouldn't dream of assigning you any kindnesses, that's much more my thing.
[ But he says it with a tongue in cheek that's unmissable, smiling all the way through it. It had taken them many years to get to this point, and yes: he didn't want to lose Crowley, wouldn't trade him for the world if it really came down to it, and he'd had to ask himself that recently. Human food was good, and music, and literature... but what would it be if he was alone?
He might last a hundred years, a thousand maybe. But whereas he has nostalgia for the gavotte and for lyre music and even old incan dried potatoes, he'd miss Crowley.
Not that he'd admit it out loud. ]
--And I am not fussy.
[ In the dream, Crowley might see a flustered angel dot his lips with the corner of a napkin, but otherwise carry on with the cheese plate in front of them. In the present, Aziraphale almost forgets that he's supposed to be eating. ]
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[ But he says it with a tongue in cheek that's unmissable, smiling all the way through it. It had taken them many years to get to this point, and yes: he didn't want to lose Crowley, wouldn't trade him for the world if it really came down to it, and he'd had to ask himself that recently. Human food was good, and music, and literature... but what would it be if he was alone?
He might last a hundred years, a thousand maybe. But whereas he has nostalgia for the gavotte and for lyre music and even old incan dried potatoes, he'd miss Crowley.
Not that he'd admit it out loud. ]
--And I am not fussy.
[ In the dream, Crowley might see a flustered angel dot his lips with the corner of a napkin, but otherwise carry on with the cheese plate in front of them. In the present, Aziraphale almost forgets that he's supposed to be eating. ]