Dancing With The Stars

Careless

It wasn't like Crowley to slip up, but recently that's all he's been doing.
He accidentally found himself in trouble with hell, again, despite having actually done something slightly demonic. Apparently letting an Angel "thwart' him so easily wasn't good enough. Like that was what he was even going for in that moment. All he was trying to accomplish was destroying something he hated, even if he couldn't see it.
Crowley also wasn't paying attention to anything he was doing, he particularly didn't care. Aziraphale did care though, warily watching him from the bookshelf he was standing at.
"Are you sure you're okay my dear? You're going to break off that button." The Angel glanced down at the button that Crowley was absent-mindedly fidgeting with.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine angel don't even worry about it." Crowley grunted, trying to force his hands to stay still.
"You've been really off all week, it's worrying me." Aziraphale walked over to Crowley and sat down next to him
"I said I'm fine, nothing is wrong over here, I'm absolutely bloody perfect." Crowley narrowed his pupils into slits as he stared at the floor like it just stole his alcohol.
"You know you can talk to me about anything." Aziraphale laid a gentle hand on Crowleys shoulder, not wanting to push the Demon too hard.
"There's absolutely nothing to talk about, I'm just really mad.. at your floor." Crowley almost slapped himself for coming up with that stupid excuse.
"My floor?" Aziraphale blinked, glancing down at the floor in front of them. "Did it insult you?" Crowley nearly snorted a laugh from how serious the Angel was taking his total lie.
"Yes it did actually, it called me nice." He crossed his arms and stuck part of his tongue out at the floor.
"Dear boy, that's not an insult, you are nice." Aziraphale smiled, looking back at Crowley with fondness in his eyes.
"I am not nice, Demons aren't supposed to be nice." Crowley huffed, leaning back against the couch cushions.
"Well, you're certainly not like the other Demons." Aziraphale hummed, folding his hands neatly and resting them on his lap.
"I wasn't like the other Angels either." The Demon snorted, looking out of the window.
"Isn't that the point of having your own side?" Aziraphale tilted his head curiously. "Not being like anything but your own thing." Crowley blinked, swirling his head around to look at Aziraphale.
"I never thought about it, yes I suppose that's the point of our side." He glanced down and then back up again. "If you even consider this as our side."
"It is our side dear boy, we're in this together, are we not?" Aziraphales fingers twitched, almost like he thought about holding onto Crowleys hand.
"I suppose.." Crowley muttered, turning his head away as he felt his face start to heat up after Aziraphaled comment.
"Well, if it's our side, then why should it matter if you're like the other Demons, or if I'm like the other Angels." Aziraphale lifted one hand slowly, keeping it in the air as he thought. "We can accept who we are together." Crowley looked over at his hand when he felt something sit on top of it. Aziraphale had gently laid his hand on Crowleys, enough for Crowley to know it was there but still light enough for Aziraphale to pull away if needed. The Angel looked slightly embarrassed as he watched Crowley to see how he would react.
"When did you stop caring about how Heaven saw you?" Crowley snorted, rolling his eyes but making it clear that he was okay with Aziraphales gesture. Aziraphale relaxed, allowing his hand to comfortably lay on Crowleys.
"I guess I, ah, picked up a few ideologies from you after Armageddon didn't happen." The Angel looked down at the floor, shifting in his seat slightly.
"Got an influence on you, eh? How dangerous." Crowley smirked, his voice light and joking.
"Oh shut it you fowl feind." Aziraphale smiled, looking back at Crowley. "You've always had a sort of influence on me." Crowley didn't quite know how to respond to that, he was too focused on trying to not look overly flustered.
"Well I... That's part of being a demon, influencing others.." Crowley sounded slightly nervous, worried he was going to start sweating from how hot he was.
"Oh dear, are you okay? You're red all over." Aziraphales eyes filled with concern as he studied Crowley.
"I-its just a bit hot in here." Crowley looked away, silently cursing to himself for not controlling his emotions better.
"Would you like me to bring you a fan?" Aziraphale asked, already standing up to get one.
"Nah don't worry about it, I'll be okay." Crowley waved a hand slightly, a bit disappointed that Aziraphale had moved his hand off his.
"Maybe some iced tea will help." Aziraphale turned away and hurried towards the back of the bookshop. Crowley shook his head slightly as he watched the Angel disappear, slapping his hands over his face to try and hide himself. How could he be so stupid? That Angel really had a death grip on his emotions and it was not helping him play off as the coolest Demon alive.
Aziraphale eventually came back with two cups of tea, one iced and one hot. He gave the iced one to Crowley, who accepted it despite not being the biggest fan of tea, and kept the hot one for himself.
"Hopefully that should help regulate your body temperature." Aziraphale smiled lightly, sitting back down in his seat.
"Thank you angel." Crowley hummed, drinking the tea he had been given.
"It's quite alright, just looking out for my.. friend.." Aziraphale hesitated on the word friend, suddenly becoming very interested in his tea. Crowley frowned, feeling almost as though he just got stabbed in the chest. Friend, how stupid that one single word made Crowleys world drop 10 miles. How much longer would he have to wait before friend was no longer how Aziraphale described their relationship?