Courtship attire. Was there anyone in the entire world who still called what they were doing a courtship?

"It suits you."

Anthony chuckled at how wonderfully out of step with modern sensibilities Aziraphale could be as he snagged the nearby open wine bottle and poured them both a glass.

"That letter..."

He set the wine bottle back into it's chilled bucket and waited until Aziraphale sat down to join him before he said anymore. This was for their ears only... not that it wasn't tempting to shout it from the rooftops.

"I feel like I have been waiting to hear something like that. Can't say how long... In the beginning I just thought you would be interesting to talk to."

That wasn't quite true so it was amended.

"I liked your wings. You had cute ankles..."

He didn't even wince as he used the word cute.

"And giving away that sword! Anyway I can't say I was in love with you then, maybe I was, maybe it happened later in some memory I don't have yet but I know I am in love with you now. I'm glad you can write about your feelings. I'm glad I can talk about them. We could go out into the middle of New York and shout 'I love you' at the top of our lungs and the worst thing that would happen is that we ended up hailing a taxi."

He reached out to take Aziraphale's hand, gently rubbing those talented fingers between his own.

"Everything you wrote in that letter I feel the same way."