Aziraphale feels like there he should feel a flutter to his own chest, he thinks it's there, but it's hard to tell when there seems to be something else in there that doesn't belong. But being this close - as novel and as...something as it might be, does bring him comfort. It's not...a sort of gesture he's really used to. This sort of closeness.
He looks up at Crowley as he demon confesses, several steps ahead in this race of honest confessions and forced vulnerability. They'd barely started being more honest, back then, back on Earth, when they found themselves free to do so. But ever since they've gotten here, it's been pushed out of them in the most unnatural means. He doesn't really know how to feel about that. He's never been quite good at going fast, but he hasn't really been given the choice here. Neither of them have.
He's quiet for a few seconds after Crowley trails off. He wants to be comforting, but he knows that there's only one way to fix this, as far as they know. And it's to push past any banalities and politeness and whatever else may keep him from being completely and utterly honest about how he feels. He's known this since the beginning. Maybe it's about time to actually do something about it.
" Aha..." It's almost a laugh, but not really. It lacks in any positive feeling behind it. So he settles back into a tired frown. "I'm...rather terrified, myself." He doesn't like saying it, but it doesn't hurt as much as he thought. "It's still rather difficult to believe it's happening. Flowers, of all things."
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He looks up at Crowley as he demon confesses, several steps ahead in this race of honest confessions and forced vulnerability. They'd barely started being more honest, back then, back on Earth, when they found themselves free to do so. But ever since they've gotten here, it's been pushed out of them in the most unnatural means. He doesn't really know how to feel about that. He's never been quite good at going fast, but he hasn't really been given the choice here. Neither of them have.
He's quiet for a few seconds after Crowley trails off. He wants to be comforting, but he knows that there's only one way to fix this, as far as they know. And it's to push past any banalities and politeness and whatever else may keep him from being completely and utterly honest about how he feels. He's known this since the beginning. Maybe it's about time to actually do something about it.
" Aha..." It's almost a laugh, but not really. It lacks in any positive feeling behind it. So he settles back into a tired frown. "I'm...rather terrified, myself." He doesn't like saying it, but it doesn't hurt as much as he thought. "It's still rather difficult to believe it's happening. Flowers, of all things."