Work Text:
“Aziraphale, we need to talk.”
“Nothing good ever follows those words, Crowley.”
“This… this isn’t working out.”
“It is! I don’t know why you’d say otherwise!”
“Because it’s true, and you know it.”
“I do not. We are absolutely working out, Crowley.”
“But it isn’t -”
“LALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
“You can! Why are you making this so difficult?”
“Because, Crowley, this is something that’s quite important to me. I won’t it give up without a fight. And I won’t discuss this further!”
“You can’t just shut me down whenev- Where are you going?!”
“You can say whatever you want. Obviously. But I certainly do NOT have to listen! I’m going to my office to catch up on some work.”
“Angel…”
“That’s the end of it! I will not listen to this.”
“We. Aren't. Working. Out!”
“What is that persistent buzzing I hear?”
“This is not working out!”
“There it is again.”
“I’m trying to tell you-”
“Crowley, don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, Angel, but it needs to be said. Sex is not the same as working out, and you need to stop calling it that.”