"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?"
Aziraphale blinked. "Why?"
"To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious.
"Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy."
"It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid."
"B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was.
"You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother."
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Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.
Falling Heavenward: A Good Omens Crowley/Aziraphale Fanfic
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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.