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It was an average day. Well, as average as any day can be post-averted apocalypse.
Crowley and Aziraphale peacefully sat in the park in complete silence; a kind of silence that was not awkward or uncomfortable, but a silence full of understanding and familiarity. Silence that needed no intervention, it was just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. Regardless of this peaceful atmosphere, Crowley felt unsettled. He couldn’t help but analyse the nature of his relationship with the food-obsessed angel. Was it solely platonic? Or had some form of emotional attachment been bubbling below the surface for six thousand years, ready to reveal itself after a traumatic course of events. He had been thinking about this for weeks. I’ve been silent for six thousand years, Crowley thought, maybe now is the time to speak up. Surely he feels something for me, in the slightest.
Crowley wasn’t blind. He saw the way Aziraphale beamed at him, the way his eyes sparkled at the sight of the demon. But Crowley didn’t want to jeopardise their friendship. It’s not every day that someone forms a six thousand year long bond with an angel. What if he somehow misread Aziraphale? What if that’s how he behaves around all his friends. Crowley turned his head to look at the angel. The sun seemed to further brighten his sky blue eyes, adding an adorable sparkle to his already distracting beauty. Crowley sighed, I can’t risk losing him. I’d rather spend another six thousand years pining than alone.