After a walk that should’ve been shorter than it was, Crowley and Andromeda stand in front of the Bentley with their eyes looking anywhere but each other. Crowley was sure that Andromeda was mad at him and the best thing he could do was stay silent, especially if what she was upset about was him. The girl doesn’t do anything to confirm nor deny her father’s suspicion, but she does lean against the Bentley with her jaw clenched. The red-heads stand there silent, waiting for something or someone. Just as Andromeda moves to get in the car, Aziraphale walks out of his bookshop in his usual cream-colored suit and bow tie with a tight lipped smile. Andromeda looks at him and feels her facade fall like rain during a heavy storm. She wants to run to him, she wants to drag him with her, put him in the car and they can leave. Aziraphale briefly looks over, more like side-eyes, and sees the Crowley’s holding each other’s hand. Instead of doing what he wants to, join them and run away, Aziraphale doesn’t spare a second glance towards the duo before joining the older man from earlier. Andromeda had learned his name but refused to think it, let alone say it, so she glowers at him from beside her father who squeezes her left hand tightly to keep her from barreling towards the angel like he knows she wants to. Hell he wants to let her but knows it won’t do any good, Aziraphale had already made up his mind and he tried changing Crowley and tried separating him from his own daughter.
As much as Crowley loves Aziraphale, his daughter was his number one priority and he thought his angel understood that. He thought that after he grew close with the girl, Aziraphale would see her the way Crowley did. But apparently the demon misunderstood the angel he had fallen for over 6,000 years. Crowley had never felt as hurt as he did right now, he thought his daughter hated him, and he lost his angel on the same day. If only he had talked first, if only he had told Aziraphale sooner. Maybe just maybe they’d be one happy family but for now they were separated once again just as they were during the last Armageddon. Andromeda looked up at her father after noticing his hand loosen from hers, she gave him one final squeeze before letting go completely. Hoping that she had proved him wrong because she wasn’t mad at him, she wasn't mad at Aziraphale like she should have been, she was mad at God, mad at the person who took her and her fathers favorite person. On top of all that, Andromeda was mad at Metatron, even if it wouldn’t do anything she wanted to hurt him, wanted to kill him, maybe that was just her fathers thoughts but whatever it was it was strong and she knew that her and her father would have to do something to get their angel back. After all, she swore on the day they met that she’d do anything for Aziraphale and her father no matter the cost.
Her thoughts are cut off by Crowley slamming the car door and starting it. The engine roars to life, instead of playing a Queen song like usual, the Bentley is silent. The only noise being Andromeda’s heavy breathing as she fights sleep, wanting to see Aziraphale before her father begins to drive the opposite direction making the young red-head widen her eyes before the lids droop and cover her vision completely. Andromeda falls asleep before she can hear her father sob quietly.
