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PROMPT: GOING SOMEWHERE?
The Ritz dining room had, if asked Crowley, rather miraculously cleared out in the few hours that he and Aziraphale had been sat drinking together. He’d watched the angel for any sign that he was indeed responsible for the slightly weird way that the room emptied around the two-hour mark, but if Aziraphale had been clearing the diners out, Crowley hadn’t felt anything.
Maybe it was just one of those days, when the buzz of London life faded into the background and it was as though they were the only two beings in the world.
Or almost, anyway.
Their waiter wandered over as Aziraphale drained the dregs of his most recent wine glass.
“Another bottle, sirs? Perhaps the 59?”
“Oh, no thank you,” Aziraphale said, laying his hands on the table. He was a bit flushed, a bit wine-drunk, and Crowley loved him. Someone above, how he loved the bastard.
“You going somewhere, angel?” Crowley asked, as Aziraphale made a show of getting to his feet. “Only, neither of us really have anywhere to be anymore, do we?”
He sounded a bit desperate, at least in his own mind. Or if not desperate, then a bit – breathless? Maybe breathless was the word, a good way of describing how his heart was beating so fast in his chest that he was sure Aziraphale could probably hear it. A good way of describing how he felt now that they’d saved the world, or at least helped to save it, and perhaps now he’d be allowed to – perhaps now Aziraphale would look at him, the way Crowley wanted him to look.
Aziraphale was gazing down at him, eyes a bit unfocused, and the bloody waiter was still standing there waiting for them to make a decision, and Crowley really wished, more than anything, that Aziraphale would sit back down.
(And maybe hold his hand, but he wasn’t greedy. He was willing to wait for that.)
“I suppose I don’t,” Aziraphale said, eventually answering Crowley’s question. “And neither do you.”
He sat back down, and if his hand grazed Crowley’s as he did so, that was between them.
The waiter went to get the bottle of 59, and had the idea come to him that he should bring them some brandy too.
And a cheese plate.
After all – no one was going anywhere.