After Aziraphale's choice to return to Heaven, Crowley also decides to leave Soho with the Bentley. Some time later, however, he senses the lack of something that he also feels, in part, about himself. He decides, therefore, to return to the bookshop managed by Muriel, amanuensis of paradise.
He returns to the Soho neighborhood, parking his car in front of Nina's Café. With his usual walk he headed towards the entrance of the bookshop, knocking on the door.
Muriel: "Crowley, I thought you were gone, now that...well...Mr. Fell is no longer here."
Crowley: "Yes, I was gone but then I heard something telling me to come back here."
Muriel: "Oh good. Do you want a cup of tea? In the end I've learned to appreciate it too even though I'm an angel and wouldn't need it."
He turned away from the door thinking the demon was following her but he was still standing in the doorway.
Muriel: "Don't you want to come in?"
Crowley: "Now that you are the keeper of the library, I need permission to enter this place."
Muriel: "Oh, uhm, right haha. So, so."
The young angel cleared his throat as if he had to announce something important.
Muriel: "Youuu, demon Crowley, bringer of temptation, lord of serpents and..."
Crowley: "Okay, okay stop. What are you doing?"
Muriel: "I'm inviting you in eheh. Isn't that how it's done?"
Crowley: "A simple 'please, come in' was enough."
Muriel: "Okay...please, come in."
Crowley: "Thank you..."
Going back to that book shop still hurt, how many things they had said to each other in there and just as many had never come out of their mouths. Crowley still remembered how he felt when he kissed the angel. He felt at peace and... happy. In his heart he hoped that that kiss would make Aziraphale change his mind about returning to heaven but it didn't happen.
Muriel: "Does it hurt that much?"
Crowley: "What?"
Muriel: "Losing something you cared about dearly?"
Crowley: "I am a demon, I feel no pain. At most I cause pain to people."
Muriel: "Of course but... you are different, you are not like the others. In a certain sense you are good. In short, we even went to Heaven together to understand what had happened to Gabriel. This explains a lot about you. "
Crowley:"*mhp* I think I hear Aziraphale talking."
Crowley smiled wistfully. Muriel was right, what she had done she had done for Aziraphale, to help him.
He sat down in the armchair, crossing his legs as he usually did, letting out a long and loud sigh.
Muriel: "Can I suggest something to you?"
Crowley: "What kind?"
Muriel: "Let's confess."
Crowley turned to the girl, raising an eyebrow.
Crowley: "Dear, I'm a demon, if I enter a consecrated ground I will Tip-Tap dance all the time until I am consumed by disappearing in a cloud of ash."
Muriel: "I didn't mean that. I meant here, now. Let's really tell each other what we want and what we really want. I'll start...then...I want to soon rise to the level of amanuensis and I want to become a better angel every day and do always the right thing. Now it's your turn."
Crowley: 'It's ridiculous, I don't want to do it.'
Muriel: "Come on, why not?"
Crowley jumped up from his chair, that situation was making him uncomfortable and he just wanted to leave there again even if a part of him wanted to vent that anger and frustration that he had accumulated. Then he stopped, looking at the place where his mind remembered kissing his Angel.
Crowley: "Because...what I want, I can no longer have!"
Muriel: "But you and Mr. Fell can still be a YOU. You can still..."
Crowley: "Enough Muriel! Aziraphale has chosen Heaven! He has chosen a side! And I wish that..."
He couldn't finish the sentence before his voice was cut off by sobs that he tried to stifle as much as possible.
Muriel: "What would you have wanted Crowley?"
Crowley:"*Snif*I...I..."
Muriel: "Crowley what do you REALLY want!"
Crowley let himself go, took off his glasses showing his beautiful yellow eyes full of tears that he could no longer hold back, turning in the direction of Muriel
Crowley: "I want him to choose me."
