[Crowley's felt less exposed while naked than he does right now, with Aziraphale looking over his flat. It's an unpleasant prickle at the back of his neck, one that he very much wants to dispel.]
Best thing you've said so far.
[There's a posh little bar cart near the sofa with a decanter of whiskey on top, and it doesn't take Crowley long to pour them each a generous glass.
When he brings it over to Aziraphale, he lingers in the angel's space, just close enough that he's within reach if that's... wanted. It's strange to navigate something the city is encouraging when he's not equally under the influence. He knows how uncomfortable it can be to resist, but he equally doesn't want to overstep. It's a strange line to walk.
He opens his mouth to say something and ends up just making a couple of meaningless sounds before he sighs and decides to just drink his whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol will help.]
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Best thing you've said so far.
[There's a posh little bar cart near the sofa with a decanter of whiskey on top, and it doesn't take Crowley long to pour them each a generous glass.
When he brings it over to Aziraphale, he lingers in the angel's space, just close enough that he's within reach if that's... wanted. It's strange to navigate something the city is encouraging when he's not equally under the influence. He knows how uncomfortable it can be to resist, but he equally doesn't want to overstep. It's a strange line to walk.
He opens his mouth to say something and ends up just making a couple of meaningless sounds before he sighs and decides to just drink his whiskey. Hopefully the alcohol will help.]