I'm fine (I'm not fine)

"Oi, what're yew still doin' 'ere?" He asked confidently and loudly, drink behind his leg so it's not that visible, he didn't want the little angel knowing he was intoxicated but also not wanting to sober up just yet.

"I was stationed here?" Muriel asked more than said.

"Oh, you were aban- aband- abandoned too, ay?" He staggers to his chair, accidentally letting the little angel glimpse the full bottle.

Muriel stammers for a minute, head probably too many thoughts at once he knows that feeling, he gives them all the time they need.

"I wouldn't say abandoned-" And it's this sentence that reminds him that they are an angel and angels don't see the deceiving truth of heaven.

"Oh, yeah," Crowley scoffs taking a swig of the full bottle not caring anymore that the little angel will see after all the little angel takes after the angel he cares most about, "What would you say then?"

"Put in charge of looking after the bookshop, of course." They nod smiling. He looks at them freely with so much feelings running through him, and then he pushes it away. Decides to stay.