. . .i believe i should be worried.

[ shooting him a ( look ), moving to the door and tugging it open with a raise of his brow. ] hello, my newest “customer.” please, come in and feel free to browse around.

Before After Aziraphale Aziraphale left me left me

I DIDN’T BLOODY LEAVE Y— ahem. ( ahem ). . . .i didn’t leave you.

I GOT LOST. I TRIED TO TEXT YOU OFF OF THAT NICE MAN’S PHONE. [ kept dialing the number “666” to no avail. ]

THE TALL HUMAN!! WITH LONG HAIR!! [ that does NOT narrow it down. ] THE SHOPKEEPER IN THE LITTLE TOWN I GOT STUCK IN!

WH— HE WAS VERY NICE AND POLITE!! WHY DO YOU WISH TO— . . .oh. ( oh ), i see what this is.

[ knowing smile, eyes soft. he nearly says that it’s very sweet of crowley, but— ] jealousy is a sin, you know. . . so ( technically ), it’s a great thing you feel this way.

then i suppose it’s safe to tell you that he invited me to stay the night at his apartment? [ an offer that aziraphale very politely turned down— and proceeded to spend the entire night walking home (and getting lost numerous times). ]

ah— [ a sharp yelp of surprise, though it’s oddly reminiscent of a time they experienced ( ages ) ago— though, he appreciates the view of crowley without his glasses on— ] . . .what was that about not feeling jealous, dear?

why are you angry? he was just being polite! [ the implication of stating the night, of course, is lost on him. he steps forward, hands pressing against crowley’s chest. ] you’re going to make yourself explode.

i know that. [ and he does, he really does, but— ] i just. . . can’t always figure out who’s ill-intentioned. [ a soft admittance, moving to take crowley’s hand in one of his own. ] that’s why i enjoy being around you. i know your intentions.

☺️💥

stop posting sad things or i’m going to hibernate in the basement of the bookstore and NEVER LEAVE AGAIN.