[The last thing he's ever wanted was for Aziraphale to replace God. Crowley hasn't followed the angel around the Earth for six thousand years because he's holy, that would've been a disservice to both of them, to ever consider him as nothing more than the closest thing to divinity that Crowley can ever touch again.
God's love was always conditional, it might not have felt that way at the beginning, when it was breathed into him, but he learned quickly that there were rules to it. That it could be taken away. What he wants is love, just like this, from someone who knows him. Someone who's seen the awful things he's done, all the questions and curiosity and selfishness, and who chooses to love him anyway. Despite it, because of it. Humans get it all the time, he doesn't think it's too much to ask for the same, and that's what it feels like, coming from Aziraphale. That's what he hopes it is.
Mercifully, the tears don't last too long. They peter out with a deep, tired sigh, and Crowley takes a moment to appreciate the sensation of Aziraphale's hands on him, before he finally gathers his wits about him, mumbling his next words against the angels' throat.]
Hope you're not expecting me to move ever again, you're stuck with me, now. M'like a mollusk.
[There's the word that Aziraphale couldn't remember earlier.]
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God's love was always conditional, it might not have felt that way at the beginning, when it was breathed into him, but he learned quickly that there were rules to it. That it could be taken away. What he wants is love, just like this, from someone who knows him. Someone who's seen the awful things he's done, all the questions and curiosity and selfishness, and who chooses to love him anyway. Despite it, because of it. Humans get it all the time, he doesn't think it's too much to ask for the same, and that's what it feels like, coming from Aziraphale. That's what he hopes it is.
Mercifully, the tears don't last too long. They peter out with a deep, tired sigh, and Crowley takes a moment to appreciate the sensation of Aziraphale's hands on him, before he finally gathers his wits about him, mumbling his next words against the angels' throat.]
Hope you're not expecting me to move ever again, you're stuck with me, now. M'like a mollusk.
[There's the word that Aziraphale couldn't remember earlier.]