[For all the time they've spent together, Crowley's first thoughts have always been for this ridiculous, fussy angel.
And why?
Was it that first real conversation they had, when Aziraphale had put on that chagrined expression and admitted that he gave away his God-given weapon? Was it that moment, when he'd looked barely-ashamed of himself and so sure he'd done the right thing, and Crowley had made that tasteless joke about right and wrong, and had realised over the following moments that oh, god, if I don't keep an eye on him he's going to get himself killed.
Was it then, when he realised that he would have rather done anything than let this ridiculous creature come to any harm?
He gives an encouraging smile, one that softens the sharpness around his eyes, and lets his hand drop.]
Got any hot chocolate? Sounds like the right kind of time for it.
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And why?
Was it that first real conversation they had, when Aziraphale had put on that chagrined expression and admitted that he gave away his God-given weapon? Was it that moment, when he'd looked barely-ashamed of himself and so sure he'd done the right thing, and Crowley had made that tasteless joke about right and wrong, and had realised over the following moments that oh, god, if I don't keep an eye on him he's going to get himself killed.
Was it then, when he realised that he would have rather done anything than let this ridiculous creature come to any harm?
He gives an encouraging smile, one that softens the sharpness around his eyes, and lets his hand drop.]
Got any hot chocolate? Sounds like the right kind of time for it.