[Now is he allowed to be smug? He is, of course, watching Crowley with perfect Heavenly innocence. So, that's getting penciled in on his agenda, yes—]
What happened to what you wanted to do? Honestly, Crowley, you're so easily distracted.
[So fickle! So indecisive! Aziraphale knows he won't manage to keep it together all night - he's hardly managed up until now - so yes, he will, indeed, milk this moment for all it's worth. Maybe that even makes him feel a little bold, enough to wriggle one artfully manicured hand between them and palm against Crowley experimentally. Brow lightly creased in concentration, he is not the picture of the world-wise angel, but thought of his lovely, lovely demon going to pieces over him is very encouraging.
He thinks, and decides that if he's ever going to get to say this thing he wants to say right this second, it's going to be now, so-]
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What happened to what you wanted to do? Honestly, Crowley, you're so easily distracted.
[So fickle! So indecisive! Aziraphale knows he won't manage to keep it together all night - he's hardly managed up until now - so yes, he will, indeed, milk this moment for all it's worth. Maybe that even makes him feel a little bold, enough to wriggle one artfully manicured hand between them and palm against Crowley experimentally. Brow lightly creased in concentration, he is not the picture of the world-wise angel, but thought of his lovely, lovely demon going to pieces over him is very encouraging.
He thinks, and decides that if he's ever going to get to say this thing he wants to say right this second, it's going to be now, so-]
Hmm. This is hard.
[Please, Crowley. Ask him nicely.]