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

This, I guess.

Oh. Yes. Right.

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

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

[ Well. He asked. ]

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.

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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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.

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

[ He is fully earnest about it.]

What else?

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.

[ 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?

Mmmaybe.

[ Crowley sighs, and stands up. ]

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

[ 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.

I know.

[ He scrubs a hand over his face again. ]

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

[ The angel suddenly looks rather concerned.]

Leave London?

And go...where?

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.

[ 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…

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

[ He fidgets, paces. ]

I need a change. Some kind of change.

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

Yeah, sure. I could go away for - for months, even.

[ He could. Does he want to? Does he want to be away from Aziraphale for any length of time?

Aziraphale is encouraging him to go, though. Probably wants him out of his hair and his bookshop. He's been hanging around way too much lately. ]

Then you could - do - whatever it is you do here. Stock-taking. Hot cocoa.

[ Months. Quite right. Jolly good. Great even.]

Oh, yes, plenty to do here. And do and do again.

And wherever you go, I'll be happy to hear all about it whenever you feel right coming back.

[ Months isn't that long in the grand scheme of things. Never was. Shouldn't be. But it's not that. He doesn't like knowing he's the reason Crowley feels this way.

He never meant to be a sinking anchor. Oh, dear, has Crowley felt forced to stay here all this time.]

Right, okay then.

[ He drinks his whiskey. ]

You don't have to keep humoring me, you know. I can take a hint.

[ Which is why he stands up. Again. ]

[ Aziraphale stays sat, stunned. He stares up at the demon.]

What?

What are you talking about?

...That you want me to leave. I get it, I do - I spend too much time hanging around you lately, I know you've got better things to do than put up with me moping -

[ His mouth twists a bit, and he rolls his shoulders. ]

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he sure fucking did

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

they're so stupid, they don't even have one braincell to share

They weren't going to learn to communicate properly right away but also. Lord.

it's so bad

They are both anxious traumatized things and they need the lesbians...

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