Oh, Dear Friend

Oh, Dear Friend

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"Do you ever miss it? Making stars, I mean." Crowley looked back up at Aziraphale. "Sometimes. I can still do it, I just, you know, it's not the same." A curious smile crept to Aziraphale's lips. "You can?" he inquired. "Well, yeah. It's not a big deal really. Here, I'll show you. For old time's sake." The demon laid down his cup and got to his feet. He spread his arms, wiggled his fingers, and a ball of brilliant orange light lit up the room. It was tiny, but it Aziraphale admired it all the same. "Do you have a favorite color?" Crowley asked. "Oh, uh, not - not exactly." Warmth spread to his cheeks. "I do really like the color it is now, though. Very pretty." Crowley shrugged. "Alright then, I'll show you mine."
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"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." --- 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.

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