[ Even if Crowley usually isn't much for sweets, Aziraphale's going to make enough for both of them. He'll just drink it all if Crowley doesn't want any.
As he grabs the ingredients and starts preparing it, he hums quietly to himself, an ease settling in that he hasn't always felt around Crowley, but usually only feels around Crowley. Any discomfort is normally not Crowley's fault, but entirely his own uncertainties and doubt. ]
Hmm?
[ It takes him a moment to register the words. When he does, he offers a smile. ]
Not too much, I don't think.
[ It was only a matter of time. Even if 6000 years is, well, quite a lot of it. ]
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As he grabs the ingredients and starts preparing it, he hums quietly to himself, an ease settling in that he hasn't always felt around Crowley, but usually only feels around Crowley. Any discomfort is normally not Crowley's fault, but entirely his own uncertainties and doubt. ]
Hmm?
[ It takes him a moment to register the words. When he does, he offers a smile. ]
Not too much, I don't think.
[ It was only a matter of time. Even if 6000 years is, well, quite a lot of it. ]