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[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.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ Aziraphale watches him for a few seconds, but then can’t help but to stand and gently grab him by the arm.]

Maybe - [ He tries to direct him back to the sofa and sit him down.]

A change of pace wouldn’t be too bad. You could…sightsee? Or try new things, in new places.

[ He shuffles off to grab them a drink. A good whiskey, in the nice decanter. He pours a glass as he speaks.]

A roadtrip of sorts. A proper one. Might have the answers you need.

[ He comes back and hands him the glass.]

A breath of fresh air.

[goodtobebad]

Yeah.

[ And yet, here is Aziraphale, drawing him back to the sofa, plying him with alcohol, making him reluctant to leave.

He would always rather be around Aziraphale. ]

Yeah, I could… do something like that, I s’pose. Not for long, mind you! Maybe a couple weeks, or a month, tops.

paralel spiraling time! like the world's stupidest spinning tops.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He's trying to comfort him, of course. If Crowley feels stuck, and like a roadtrip might help him feel better, then he should go. Get on his precious bentley and let the wind blow through his hair. Visit greener pastures. Live the free life.

The angel certainly wouldn't want to be the reason he's stuck in one place. Certainly not! He wants to support Crowley to live his best life!

Of course.







...is he the reason Crowley feels stuck? ]

Yes, of course. However long you need.

[ The angel smiles and sits back on his desk chair. ]

You could tour Europe. Maybe even farther than that. Really make a whole trip of it.