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Was it worth it? The voice in his head taunted. You took what you could knowing you couldn’t keep it. And now it hurts. Was it worth it?
Yes, Crowley replied. It wasn’t even a question.
Crowley's stuck somewhere between utter exasperation at the angel's ability to be impossible and infuriating, and the knowledge that he loves him so painfully and all-consumingly that sometimes it feels like literally being on fire.
“Tell me what it’s like...to fall in love.”
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“It’s like energy that flows through the body and becomes supercharged. It builds up an imbalance, causing one to seek out an equal and opposite force in exchange. When you happen upon it...”
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"Stay with me every night," Crowley blurts out, his mouth against Aziraphale's shoulder. He doesn't mean to, but it's out there now, whether it's too much or not. "Here, or at your place, or wherever, I don't care. Just—stay."
"I seem to remember you saying something about how freedom was just figuring out what’s worth the trouble?"
[...] Azra let go of his hands, reached up to cup his face and touched lips to Crow’s forehead. “You, my dear, are worth the trouble,” he said simply.
“You needn’t wait for me, Crowley, not if you’re craving coffee all that badly.”
Crowley shrugged, shoulder rising, hands going deeper into his pockets. “I’ve craved worse.”
"Some things are gorgeous even in their pain. In fact, I think some things are even more beautiful while burning. Don't the flaws of stars remind you of humanity, a little?"
“I would have found you on Alpha Centauri”, Aziraphale whispers, and Crowley catches himself shiver. He has done his best not to think of it, the stars and the life they could have built, but Aziraphale’s confession still slices him open, forces him to look at a wound that
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