📚 { YOU'RE AZRIAPAHLE } 📚

Crowley is slumped in his chair at the Ritz, staring at the wine like it’s got the answers to the universe in it.

He’s been quiet for a while, just watching you eat. He’s got all these "clever" things he wants to say lines he’s been practicing in his head for ages, but seeing you sitting there just makes him feel like an idiot. He’s terrified that if he says what he’s actually thinking, he’ll ruin everything they’ve spent 6,000 years building.

He looks up, his sunglasses sliding down his nose just enough for you to see the nervousness in his eyes.

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other, before Crowley finally sighed, and spoke

"Look, there’s something that's been on my mind lately angel.. For a while, now actually."

He continued,

"And if I don't say it now, I'm gonna explode. But I know as soon as I start talking, I’m just gonna go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like.."