you can dance in a hurricane, but only if you're standing in the eye

Aziraphale has, over the past six thousand years, become Crowley’s home. When Crowley feels bold and drunk, while they are alone, he shows this by taking off his glasses.Maybe this time he’ll understand what I won’t say,Crowley thinks as they ramble on.What he doesn’t know is that between his sentences, Aziraphale keeps glancing at his eyes. He thinks they’re beautiful and he wants to say so an extreme amount but keeps it tucked away inside himself.When Aziraphale says nothing, and they have to sober up, Crowley thinks what a foolish game love can be. Three thousand years of hints, almost-confessions, and grand gestures of affection, and Aziraphale still does not get it. It’s hopeless; he’s such afool–OR 5 times Crowley knew he loved Aziraphale and the 1 time he knew Aziraphale loved him back (romantically)