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    "Aziraphale, little good though it did him, wanted desperately. He wanted with an urgency that scared him. He wanted wine, and cocoa, and the occasional tea. He wanted gravlax with dill sauce, and Pappardelle Bolognese, and those awful little iced biscuits they had at Tesco at Christmastime. He wanted dinners at the Ritz and long walks in the park and late nights in the back room of his shop. He wanted Crowley. Fervently, achingly, he wanted Crowley."

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    19 Oct 2019

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    "For six thousand years," Crowley said, voice cracking, "I have wanted something I couldn't have, because I asked the wrong questions. But I'm asking the right one now. The only one that matters."

    In which Aziraphale follows Crowley home after the nonpocalypse.

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    18 Oct 2019

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    “Isn’t this nice?” says Aziraphale with badly feigned casualness the next time Crowley stops by for a late night drink.

    Crowley is all set to reply, words lined up in his mouth waiting to go, when Aziraphale adds,

    “I mean, all of the books and furniture and bottles of wine and things?”

     

     

    Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.

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    18 Oct 2019

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    Crowley, while still apparently comatose, had somehow managed to wrap himself so thoroughly around Aziraphale on their way up, that any attempt at dropping him onto the mattress without being pulled down as well proved futile.

    And hence, quite defeated, Aziraphale found himself lying in a warm tangle of Crowley and blankets. He felt a little stunned.

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    18 Oct 2019

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    Crowley had, in the six thousand years Aziraphale had known him, shed his skin exactly twice that Aziraphale knew of. Both times he had disappeared without a trace, having retreated somewhere very safe and very, very unknown to hide while he was so vulnerable, and Aziraphale had never thought to ask beyond that information. Everyone was, he had supposed at the time, entitled to their secrets.

    The problem was that he had stumbled directly into this secret now, and there was hardly a graceful way out of it.

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