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It was a nice day [ineffable husbands fic]
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❗️CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2❗️
"I never said I wanted our side. Not again." Crowley responded. When Aziraphale nodded with a small choked sob, Crowley continued, "however, I didn't say I wouldn't help you." He held out his hand. Aziraphale looked up and raced forward to take it. Crowley pulled him forward, not in an embrace, but he whispered in the Angel's ear, "bye the way, I expect a whole damn apology Broadway musical after this."
Aziraphale released a chuckle mixed with tears, "of course."
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