One-Shots - Good Omens | Ineffable Husbands

Attention

TW: None 

Crowley watched as the last customer exited Aziraphale's cluttered bookshop.

"I honestly thought that guy was never going to leave," Crowley rolled his eyes.

"I've seen him before- he's come in a few times. He just likes to talk," Aziraphale flipped the sign on the door to alert those passing by that he was now closed.

Crowley leaned back into the plush couch and tossed his dark sunglasses onto a table nearby. "Make up any excuse you want, I'm just glad we're alone,"

Aziraphale spun around. "What do you mean by that, dear?"

"Oh, nothing. Just humans... humans annoy me," Crowley waved a dismissive hand.

"I think they're rather lovely," Aziraphale crossed the bookshop and picked up a small stack of books that had found their way onto the floor.

"Of course you do," Crowley mumbled, shaking his head ever so slightly.

Crowley watched as the angel hummed to himself, slipping the books back into their rightful places on each shelf. It amused Crowley how his friend could find such pleasure in such ordinary things, but he couldn't really talk in the grand scheme of things because, when it came down to it, there was nothing Crowley wouldn't do for his Bentley.

Crowley stifled a yawn. Not that occult beings needed sleep, but Crowley's body had just grown used to his excessive napping.

"I really don't know why you insisted on coming, I told you that I just wanted to finish my new book tonight," Aziraphale said with his back turned towards Crowley.

"Oh," Crowley felt a little guilty. "I can always go-"

"No, no. That's okay. You always find a way to occupy yourself anyways,"

Crowley cocked his head, even though Aziraphale couldn't see him. Was there something bothering the angel? He sounded annoyed, as if he was growing tired of Crowley's company.

"How was your day, angel?" He asked, stretching his arms across the back of the couch.

"It was productive. I reorganized the shelves in the back and I swept the floor. I even managed to find time to read a little," Aziraphale picked up another stack of books and began slotting them into place.

There was something bothering him, Crowley was sure of it. Usually, Aziraphale would be eager to share his day with Crowley. Most of the time he would speak of new foods he had tried or acts of kindness he witnessed. But today? Nothing.

"Something on your mind?" Crowley asked.

Aziraphale dusted his hands together and picked up a book from his desk. "No, no of course not,"

Aziraphale sat on the opposite end of the couch from Crowley. He crossed his legs and cracked open the book he had selected, placing his bookmark on the table.

Crowley eyed the book that Aziraphale held in his hands- it looked very different from other books in his shop. It looked much newer and much cleaner. While he couldn't see the cover, he did manage to see that the pages were covered in diagrams and bolded words.

"What are you reading?" Crowley asked, peering over his nose in an attempt to get a better look.

"A book I picked up a few days ago, it's about the human brain," Aziraphale said without even bothering to glance up.

Crowley cringed a little. "The human brain? I know you like humans, angel, but that's a little over the top. Even for you,"

"Actually, there was a chapter in here that made me think of you, dear," Aziraphale, once again, didn't bother looking at Crowley.