Every Day // Good Omens

-The Angel You Once Were-

Their time in the cafe was much shorter than last time. Crowley had been insistent on leaving, much to Aziraphale's dismay. So, being the polite partner he was, the Angel ordered their food and drinks to go. While Crowley settled for an espresso, Aziraphale decided to try a hot chocolate (with marshmallows), as well as another slice of angel cake since he knew he'd loved it last time. Luckily for Crowley, it seemed as though the worker from last time was either on a break or day off. Despite that, he was still eager to leave. After collecting their beverages, Aziraphale was promptly rushed out the door, only able to yell a small 'thank you!'.

"If you'd have rushed me any more, I would've spilled the drinks!" Aziraphale scolded once they were back outside. His hands were full, while the Demon just watched him. "At least take yours!" The Angel essentially threw the drink at the Demon, who yelped in panic before grabbing the paper cup. It felt like it was scorching his fingers. Yet, he was somewhat used to it. It was nowhere near as bad as falling into a pool of bubbling sulphur.

"Watch it, angel!" Crowley scowled, taking a sip and proceeding to burn his mouth. His yell of pain was met with a tired sigh from the Angel, though he was still smiling.

"You're useless, darling."

"Excuse me!" The Demon exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. "I'm not the one who gave his flaming sword away-"

"That was 6,000 years ago!" At that point, the Angel couldn't contain his laughter. Soon, Crowley joined in, forgetting all about the hot drink in his hand. And they continued to laugh, brightening the streets they walked down.

They continued to walk, past every shop and every landmark, without a care in the world. It was always nice to have an adventure, the pair had agreed. Well, apart from yesterday, but they weren't going to talk about that- 

Suddenly, the buildings came to an end. The pavement slowly transformed into the narrow road, with only one way to go (which wasn't walking into oncoming traffic) - a path branched out to the left of them, winding through a small field until disappearing through a sea of trees. They gave each other a look of confirmation, and after Aziraphale linked his arm with Crowley's, they set off on their adventure. 

"Crowley?" Aziraphale began, taking a sip of hot chocolate. Crowley hummed, inviting the Angel to continue. 

"Well, I figured that, now that we have all the time in the world, I might as well bring it up now. You know we've both been putting this off for a while. And, of course, after, erm, recent events... I've been thinking about it... more..." 

The Demon sighed. He didn't know what Aziraphale was taking about, and he certainly didn't want another incident like yesterday. I mean, yeah, they should be talking more, but this was getting a bit much. Even so, Crowley knew whatever the Angel had to say would be spoken at some point anyway.

"What have you been thinking about, then?" 

"... You, my dear. Actually, well, who you used to be."

"I think I've made it quite clear that I'm not that same Angel, angel." Crowley sighed sharply. His eyes wandered to the floor, where instead of looking at Aziraphale, he observed his shoes with great concentration. But it wasn't for long - the Angel stopped dead in his tracks, and gently lifted up the Demon's chin. His eyes, from underneath the glasses, were full of pain. 

"I know, Crowley."

"Then why bring it up?" The Demon's voice was stern.

"Because I want to know what you were thinking back in the bookshop, when the Metatron invited us back into Heaven."