It’s just that...well, it’s taken them six thousand years to get onto the same page on how they feel and whether they’re going to feel it together and for how long they’re going to stay feeling it together. Crowley lusts after a forever with Aziraphale like his world would end without the angel by his side. But Aziraphale is slow, is taking his steps on his own time. Which Crowley is fine with! Aziraphale hasn’t been comfortable discussing it and whilst they’ve done other things, kissing and sleeping in the same bed and always, always touching, they haven’t labelled it. Though Crowley craves the permanence. He expects Aziraphale does too. But it’s fine. The awkward dinner conversations it creates are fine.
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Aziraphale has a plan and a box hidden in his jacket pocket. Crowley has nightmares and an empty cottage to fill. Together they have a life to build on the foundations of a fresh start.
Oh and the occasional visit from the antichrist.