Divine Hands - Chapter 5
The next day was the same. And they day after that. And the day after that. Crowley could only last so long once his scales appeared before the panic took hold and he ended the session. Every time left him feeling more frustrated than the last. He hated seeing Aziraphale’s hopeful face when they sat down, only to disappoint him again and again.
“It’s fine,” Aziraphale assured him when he expressed his frustration. “I didn’t expect it to happen overnight. But-“ he very carefully rested a hand on Crowley’s arm, paying no mind to the scales that instantly appeared under his fingers. “I am very glad you’re willing to keep trying.”
“You don’t... you don’t mind?” Crowley asked, hating the weakness in his voice. He was certain that sometime soon Aziraphale would get tired of this, declare he wasn’t worth the work and leave. It would break his heart when it happened, but it would not come as a surprise.
“Mind? No.” He looked at Crowley with an earnest, gentle kindness that the demon wasn’t sure he deserved. “If it keeps you in my life, I would be willing to do far more.”
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