My assumptions for Good Omens season three

IV

Earth: London, England- Aziraphale's bookshop

Present time

"What are you doing here?!"  Two voices exclaimed at the same time.

"W-what- what, the hell are-are you doing here?" Aziraphale stuttered from pure shock.

"What am I doing here? No. I should be asking you that." Crowley's sharp tone bit at the angel. He stood before Aziraphale. 

   Aziraphale stood speechless, frozen in his stance. 

   Crowley stood before him. He looked tired, exhausted. His hair had grown out a bit since the last time they had seen each other, about an inch or two. His dark large wings extended out from his back, making him appear more threatening. However, he didn't threaten Aziraphale. His deep, glowing serpent eyes stared Aziraphale down. 

    His wings relaxed, lowering a bit and he took a small step back crossing his arms. "So? What are you doing here, Aziraphale?" 

Aziraphale stayed silent.

Crowley continued "Because last I checked, you were too good for Earth, and you deserved better," Crowley hissed sarcastically, but you could detect a sharp pain in his voice as he spoke.

"I beg your pardon. I most definitely do not think that way about myself," Aziraphale finally reacted. He was offended by the way Crowley spoke about him.

"Is that right?" 

"Yes,"

"Then why'd you leave?" 

   An awkward beat of silence fell between the two beings. 

"I-" Aziraphale stuttered, attempting to turn his thoughts into words.

"You were offered the position of being the new Supreme Archangel and immediately threw everything away for it. Everything you have ever done on this Earth was suddenly useless and meant nothing to you. Only thinking for yourself from that moment on, unbothered by how your actions would affect people," 

"I didn't do this for myself!" Aziraphale broke out. His eyes became damp. "As Arch Angel, I can change things. My voice will finally matter, and I can change things for the better. I can fix things," 

Crowley let out a very shaky sigh, "And what exactly do you need to change?"

"I-... I can't tell you... It's not for you to know about," Aziraphale hated to argue. He wanted to tell Crowley the whole truth, about the second coming, but that would be too risky, it would risk everything he has worked up to.

"Right," Crowley looked back towards Aziraphale. "Of course you can't," Giving up. he turns around and approaches the spiral staircase in the back of the bookshop and climbs up it.

   Aziraphale stood there, unable to move, or even think. He just stood still, watching the demon leave his presence. He looked towards the bookshelves and thought of the ones he was thinking of bringing with him back to Heaven. He looked at the door of the bookshop, leading outside, and then to the staircase. He thought hesitantly, looking back and forth from the door and the stairs.

   He let out a pain-filled sigh, looking over at the staircase.

"Shit,"

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