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[goodtobebad]

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[ When he walks into the shop, he doesn't even say anything, just makes a beeline for the sofa in the back, sprawling out on it with a heavy sigh.

Existential crisis is go! ]

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[salutosinedelectat]

[Aziraphale pops out of the back of the shop as soon as he hears the door.]

Oh, Crowley! I--oh.

[ He approaches the sofa, looking down at the demon.]

I take it you're still feeling glum?

[goodtobebad]

Yeah, 's fine.

[ He's here. He doesn't really want to talk about it. He just decided that having the angel's company would be slightly less pathetic than just being like this by himself. ]

Sorry, I should've brought you some nibbles.

[ He usually brings something - his excuse for hanging around as much as he does. Today - he's got nothing. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh, don't you worry about that.

[ The angel speaks softly, eager to help the dispirited demon. It's not often that Crowley expresses vulnerability like this.

He takes a seat on the desk chair, facing towards the sofa but giving the demon his own space.]

Did something happen?

[goodtobebad]

No. Nothing. And that's just it, innit?

[ Crowley sighs. ]

Nothing's going on. Nothing I need to do. I've - got nothing.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale blinks, slightly confused.]

Well…you could do anything, couldn’t you? Even if you don't need to.

[goodtobebad]

I know! And yet, here I am!

[ He sighs. ]

I dreamed about it for so long - finally being free. And now I am! It's great! I wouldn't want it any other way!

[ He scrubs a hand over his face. ]

I can do anything I want. And - I don't know what that even is.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel frowns. He doesn't like seeing Crowley like this.

He thinks for a moment.]

What do you usually do when you have some time for yourself?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley sighs dramatically, and waves a hand at the bookshop. ]

This, I guess.

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh. Yes. Right.

But…when you’re not in here, what do you do?

[goodtobebad]

Uh. Mist my plants, watch bad telly, take naps, get bored and find new restaurants to take you to.

[ Well. He asked. ]

he sure fucking did

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh.

[ Aziraphale tries very, very hard to keep the tone in his reaction entirely steady. The demon needs comfort right now, not questioning.

So he smiles. ]

How about taking nice drives? You like to drive.

[goodtobebad]

I can kill an hour or two, maybe. But it's only really fun when you're in the car with me.

[ So, there's that. ]

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Oh, but that’s such a sweet thought. The angel gives him an affectionate look for it.]

Perhaps you just need to find new hobbies you like. Is there anything you’ve been meaning to try?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley makes a face, tilting his head back a bit. ]

Not really. Thought about getting a couple more plants, I suppose. Could - learn to knit.

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh! There you go, that's a good idea. Very fun, knitting.

[ He is fully earnest about it.]

What else?

[goodtobebad]

I don't know! I've never - had anything like you do.

[ He groans, rubbing his hands over his face. ]

Just... you. You're my hobby, angel.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale blinks. His cheeks flush a bit at the very, very honest confession.

Well, then. That's a right pickle.

He clears his throat and is suddenly a bit flustered.]

I'm...flattered, my dear. Really, I am.

But...

[He composes himself and looks at the demon again]

It sounds like you might need something more. Something...yours?

[goodtobebad]

Mmmaybe.

[ Crowley sighs, and stands up. ]

You're right, angel, 'm sorry, I shouldn't be - nevermind.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale quickly stands up too, afraid he might've spooked the demon with this talk.]

No! No. [ He puts a hand on Crowley's arm.]

I'm very thankful that you've shared this with me, my dear boy. And if there's any way that I can help, I'm happy to try.

[goodtobebad]

I know.

[ He scrubs a hand over his face again. ]

But you've got your - this. Maybe I should. Leave London for a bit.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ The angel suddenly looks rather concerned.]

Leave London?

And go...where?

[goodtobebad]

I dunno. Somewhere. Somewhere warm, maybe. Somewhere I'm not - pestering you all the time.

[ He paces restlessly now. ]

Somewhere I can figure out what I want to do.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale stays sat, for how much he’d like to grab Crowley and sit him back down.

He tries not to take it personally.]

You don’t pester me.

[ But he wants to be helpful.]

But if you think that would help…

[goodtobebad]

I don’t know. I don’t know what would help.

[ He fidgets, paces. ]

I need a change. Some kind of change.