The thing is, they never actually did agree to it. They're a couple, yes, they talked about that, but not the... married part of it all. They've just been referring to each other that way, to pretty much everyone else.
Hearing Aziraphale say they've agreed to it does something complicated to Crowley's insides, and he finds himself moving without really thinking about it, nudging him back so he can slide off the sofa and onto one knee, all without releasing the hand he'd claimed.]
Do you, uh — [Asking casually and somewhat out of spite had been one thing, but now he's actually here, the words stick in his throat.
He swallows roughly, tries again.] I mean — we're already married, and we're not human and you're not getting me in a church for bloody vows. But I thought it might be — sweet. To have our own rings. If you'd like?
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The thing is, they never actually did agree to it. They're a couple, yes, they talked about that, but not the... married part of it all. They've just been referring to each other that way, to pretty much everyone else.
Hearing Aziraphale say they've agreed to it does something complicated to Crowley's insides, and he finds himself moving without really thinking about it, nudging him back so he can slide off the sofa and onto one knee, all without releasing the hand he'd claimed.]
Do you, uh — [Asking casually and somewhat out of spite had been one thing, but now he's actually here, the words stick in his throat.
He swallows roughly, tries again.] I mean — we're already married, and we're not human and you're not getting me in a church for bloody vows. But I thought it might be — sweet. To have our own rings. If you'd like?
[Well. He tried.]