[Right. A hand on the knee is fine, Aziraphale probably won't be upset at Crowley for allowing this once he's back to himself. Because that's the crux of it, really. Crowley has to be the responsible one, here, has to be careful what he accepts. It'd kill him if he ruined everything so soon by taking advantage of Aziraphale's sudden desire to be affectionate.
He should be mortified at those little comforting noises, too, but the worst part of all of it is that they actually help.
So Crowley does what he's told, breathing in and out, eyes on the road for once, not quite able to look at Aziraphale.]
I've been here almost four months.
[That seems — the smartest thing to say. Something that might offer some explanation. About the tea and the mice and the lovely young man. He keeps his mouth shut for a bit, to allow that to sink in, to wait for whatever questions Aziraphale has next.]
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He should be mortified at those little comforting noises, too, but the worst part of all of it is that they actually help.
So Crowley does what he's told, breathing in and out, eyes on the road for once, not quite able to look at Aziraphale.]
I've been here almost four months.
[That seems — the smartest thing to say. Something that might offer some explanation. About the tea and the mice and the lovely young man. He keeps his mouth shut for a bit, to allow that to sink in, to wait for whatever questions Aziraphale has next.]