[He knows what Aziraphale is getting at. Has an idea, in any case, though not one he'd want to assume because for how close they are and how long they've known one another they've never really talked about venturing into cohabitation.
The angel stops, and he stops moving, one eyebrow lifted quizzically over his sunglasses. He can see Aziraphale perfectly, even through the darkened glass and the dim light around them, and as he stumbles through the words the demon almost smiles, one corner of his mouth lifting in a crooked little expression of amusement.]
With you?
[But there's... nothing stopping them, is there?
Not even the vague threat of being found out, of anyone coming after them, because there's no one to come after them and they can do all the fraternising they want without any kind of repercussions.
He doesn't give Aziraphale too much time to agonise over what he just said.]
Yeah-- I mean, if you think you can handle being around me all the time.
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The angel stops, and he stops moving, one eyebrow lifted quizzically over his sunglasses. He can see Aziraphale perfectly, even through the darkened glass and the dim light around them, and as he stumbles through the words the demon almost smiles, one corner of his mouth lifting in a crooked little expression of amusement.]
With you?
[But there's... nothing stopping them, is there?
Not even the vague threat of being found out, of anyone coming after them, because there's no one to come after them and they can do all the fraternising they want without any kind of repercussions.
He doesn't give Aziraphale too much time to agonise over what he just said.]
Yeah-- I mean, if you think you can handle being around me all the time.