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Date: May 12, 2003
Place: Crowley's room
Status: Private (Aziraphale and Crowley)
Summary:  Aziraphale wants to go home, but he doesn't have a ride.


Aziraphale sighed as he finished packing the remains of his room.

He just couldn't stay here any more.  Not with things being so awkward with Crowley, not when he hadn't seen or heard from Barnaby in ages, not when the three Archangels here did not curb Beelzebub's tendency to haunt him...

And he missed his books so much. 

That done, he calmly walked through their shared bathroom, knocked on the door, and opened it.

"Crowley dear, could you give me a ride to London?  I want to go home.  You're welcome to come back and stay here, dear, if you wish to."

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He knew what he meant. You love me. He knew the words, and he knew he could say them. You love me.

And yet... and yet there was that lingering doubt. Even if Aziraphale said them, would Crowley admit to anything? And was he even right? If he was wrong... if he was misjudging the situation...

He was shocked to discover in his own head that he rather liked the idea that Crowley felt that way. But... did he return it?

"Never mind, dearest," he murmured. "You know me. I'm just being silly."

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"...yeah, okay. So that's settled, then? You're staying put so I don't have to bother with trying to train a new counterpart?" Crowley spoke casually, as always covering up any vulnerability with cynicism and/or humor.

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Aziraphale sighed and nodded. "As you wish, dear."

He was resolutely staring at the floor, gnawing on his lower lip.

"I... I l... I... wellhaveaniceday, dear. Thank you. For everything."

He quickly strode through their bathroom and into his own bedroom, closing the door quickly behind him and feeling as if he had just ruined many, many things.