[Crowley can't imagine it. He honestly can't imagine forgetting everything about this place and what they've become. And he doesn't want to try, or even think about it. The angel is here, and that's all that matters--his warmth, his presence, his, yeah, okay, love.]
[The angel not being here hurt like nothing else, but Crowley always knew they would see each other again, one way or another, even if it took centuries. They always do. Maybe things wouldn't be the same, maybe they wouldn't remember this, but Crowley can live with that. He didn't think he could before. The idea of losing Aziraphale's love is horrible, but losing Aziraphale himself is far, far worse. Unthinkable. They will always find each other. They have to.]
[He deepens his kisses, lets them linger while he tangles his fingers in the angel's hair.]
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[The angel not being here hurt like nothing else, but Crowley always knew they would see each other again, one way or another, even if it took centuries. They always do. Maybe things wouldn't be the same, maybe they wouldn't remember this, but Crowley can live with that. He didn't think he could before. The idea of losing Aziraphale's love is horrible, but losing Aziraphale himself is far, far worse. Unthinkable. They will always find each other. They have to.]
[He deepens his kisses, lets them linger while he tangles his fingers in the angel's hair.]