Falling Heavenward: A Good Omens Crowley/Aziraphale Fanfic

Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time.

It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead.

Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more.

"I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.