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“This Bentley is my car.” Crowley said, eyebrows raised as he struggled to control the way his heart hammered in his chest. How often had he longed for a plural pronoun in regard to him and Aziraphale? How he wanted an us, a we, an ours . And here Aziraphale was, throwing around a three letter word like our. Our car. Our Bentley. The mere usage of the determiner was enough to make him happy. As he is always when Aziraphale is at his side.
But driving his Bentley. Nah, that was just a tad bit far, a tad bit too fast. “You can’t drive my Bentley.” He responds, eyes squinting as he drinks Aziraphale’s features in, how happy and excited he is. How his eyes seem to shine with self made celestial light. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Aziraphale, but he’s also never seen the angel drive himself anywhere. He wasn’t even sure he had a license, not that Crowley had one either, but that was beside the point at the present time.
“No.” he says again, watching as the smile never leaves his face. His eyes fond as he looks over the Bentley’s frame, like he does when perusing his shelves for a book, or when he’s in Nina’s café and deciding which treat to indulge in that visit.
“Don’t worry.” He says, as if Crowley doesn’t spend his whole existence worrying about what it was the angel was doing at all hours of the day. “I’ll be very, very careful.” He promises again, hand coming out to rest on the sleek, cool metal of the car.
“No!” He says, hand coming out fast and swatting Azirphale’s own from the metalwork. And it doesn’t faze him, and he can only look back, still pleased and Crowley sighs. He knew when he officially lost an argument with Aziraphale. If the angel didn’t know that he had him firmly wrapped around his finger, he certainly made a good show of using any ounce of persuasion he could against him.
The Bentley could be their car, the bookshop could be their shop. Their, a beautiful word that belonged to them. Crowley could, perhaps, grow use to the determiners, the pronouns that could wrap them up in something much more divine than what he ever could have dreamed of.