[Last time they held hands was on a bus ride back from Armageddon. Crowley had been exhausted, half-mad with concern about what was waiting for them once they arrived back in London, so he hadn't really been able to appreciate it. Not that he's less anxious now, but he's definitely not exhausted the way he was then, which leaves him a lot more room to, unfortunately, think about how nice it is.
Fuck's sake, he's a rubbish demon.]
Could do. We're good at it. [Not talking about things, dancing around the important topics. It's mostly muttered to himself, though, followed up by a sigh.] Nearly there.
[It seems safest to keep his mouth shut until then, focusing on the road and the feel of Aziraphale's hands wrapped around his.
A few minutes later, they're pulling up outside Crowley's apartment building, in a miraculously free spot. He turns the car off, looks over at Aziraphale with a raised eyebrow.] Think you can keep your hands off me long enough to get upstairs?
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Fuck's sake, he's a rubbish demon.]
Could do. We're good at it. [Not talking about things, dancing around the important topics. It's mostly muttered to himself, though, followed up by a sigh.] Nearly there.
[It seems safest to keep his mouth shut until then, focusing on the road and the feel of Aziraphale's hands wrapped around his.
A few minutes later, they're pulling up outside Crowley's apartment building, in a miraculously free spot. He turns the car off, looks over at Aziraphale with a raised eyebrow.] Think you can keep your hands off me long enough to get upstairs?
[A very funny joke.]