Ineffable reunion

Lies

Crowley arrived at the hotel. It wasn't anything fancy, but it'll do. He pat the Bentley on the hood as he walked by, entering the lobby and checking into a room. He purchased a bottle of whiskey from the lobby as well, too tired for miracles. The demon entered his room and kicked off his shoes, tossed his coat, and set his glasses and whiskey on the nightstand before throwing himself on the bed.

Tears pushing up to his eyes, he opened the whiskey and took a swig straight from the bottle. Demons don't cry. He tried to get drunk before any of his emotions could come out, but it was too late. He finished the bottle in an unearthly fashion. Tears fell on his cheeks, his lips forming a tight line. Damnit, this is pathetic. Crying over a fucking angel..... but no one could understand like he did... "did". He curled onto his side, and started to sob. He hated showing emotions, it meant he was weak, that he had grown too attached. His drunken thoughts started to spiral, but it wasn't long before he was out cold, sleeping like he hadn't slept for a week. He needed it. He needed to rest.

Aziraphale sat at his desk, not having anything assigned to him, he had no distractions. He was lost deep in thought, wondering how long it had been on Earth. He decided he would check on his friend, could he really get in any trouble for it? He didn't have anything else to do. The angel stood up, and walked cautiously towards the globe. He looked in and to his surprise, he could sense Crowley, meaning he wasn't in his Bentley. Aziraphale zoomed in where he felt Crowley, it was a deep, sad feeling, not the feeling he usually felt his Crowley radiate. He saw the demon, curled on a hotel bed with an empty whiskey bottle in hand. His cheeks were shiny, and his eyes puffy. Oh, dear. Crowley's eyes slowly opened, his brow furrowed. "Ngk- who's there? Ughhh.." he said, obviously still a little drunk and half asleep "...wha-" he sat up. "Angel? I feel your presence. You have no right to be spying on me like this." Crowley raised his middle finger to the ceiling and laid back down, pulling the covers over his head. He's been... crying? I've never seen him cry, in 6,000 year-.... 6,000 years. 6,000 years and I left him the second I was offered a spot here in Heaven. I don't even like it here! I got here and all I can think about is him! I care so much for him, I need to tell him. I've really hurt him, haven't I? Aziraphale felt tears running down his face, lots of them. No no no no they cannot see this! I will be in such trouble... He wiped his face and kissed his fingers before pressing them to the globe, right over top of Crowley. "I'm coming back, I promise." He said quietly, "No, I don't believe you are." The Metatron was behind him, a firm grasp on Aziraphale's shoulder.