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“Angel, I’d really rather you didn’t.”
“I’ve always used this decoration, Crowley, you’ve never commented before.”
“That was before your bookshop burned down, before watching your body stand in Hellfire.”
“Ah, that does put things in perspective, doesn’t it.” Aziraphale took the candelabra out of the window, and pulled out the candles.
“I’m sor- … it's fine, put them back, I’ll deal.”
“You certainly will not. You’ve catered to my whims for centuries, it’s high time I attended your needs.”
Crowley nodded self-consciously as Aziraphale embraced and kissed him.
“I don't need candles, darling, you are the light of my life.”