Crawling back to you (Hozier's version)

11: What a Nightmare of a Kiss

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It seemed like Crowley was driving to Tadfield, by extension Anathema's cottage, but when Aziraphale asked the driver about it, he got a scoff and some unidentifiable mumbling.

And when they arrived and entered the cottage, really sporting that awkward silence, Aziraphale was surprised to find neither Newt nor Hastur.

The two of them still hadn't had a proper conversation, and simply took to lounging in the living room, Aziraphale reading a book and Crowley scrolling on his phone. Neither of them wanted to admit how much they, of course, still loved spending time with the other. Even if it looked like this.

"Why are you staying with me?" Aziraphale eventually asked, tired of trying to read the page after the 100th time.

Crowley actually looked up from his phone for a moment. He didn't remember a single word he'd read in the last five minutes.

"I had movie tickets for today," he finally stated. He was too late to realise how much that really did not make sense as an answer to Aziraphale's question.

Aziraphale himself also caught that quite fast. "Why tickets? You could've miracled yourself a seat," the angel responded, once again actively deciding not to be a dick.

"It was a gesture. They were for you. You like that sort of stuff," Crowley finally said, turning his non-existent attention back to his phone.

The angel lit up a bit. "Which movie do you choose?"

Crowley sighed, mumbling. He was, what Aziraphale could only interpret as, embarrassed. "The Barbie movie."

"I thought you weren't interested in it," the statement caused a confused look on Aziraphale's face. "Why wouldn't I be interested? We've been exchanging interests since the Beginning."

Crowley looked at him, now annoyed. "And I thought you would choose us over Heaven. We all assume the wrong thing from time to time, angel."

And before Aziraphale could protest, Crowley got up and walked to the kitchen. He was getting alcohol, of course.

Crowley grabbed a few bottles of wine, and being as nice as he is, put one of them down on the coffee table in front of Aziraphale, and settled down on the sofa again.

Aziraphale took the bottle and got a glass, going upstairs. He felt that Crowley was better off without him right now, anyway.

And although he hadn't gone to sleep often over the course of the last few millennia, Aziraphale felt like sleeping right now. He went into the room he'd seen Crowley in earlier.

Although it was a very strange thing to experience, Aziraphale actually smelt Crowley's scent on the covers. He supposed he'd just accepted it to be permanently in his bookshop after a while.

And although it was an even stranger thing to feel, he Aziraphale was weirdly comforted by the smell and fell asleep rather quickly.

When he woke up again, not sure how long he's been out for, Aziraphale had the pulsing urge to go and tell Crowley what actually happened. After all, the demon hadn't given him a single chance to say what he meant to say.

Aziraphale went downstairs and looked for Crowley, but he just didn't seem to be able to find him.

So he decided to call his friend and when it was answered, he started ranting.