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“I’ll see you when you get back, Angel. Love you.” Crowley says, and the line disconnects before Aziraphale has a chance to respond. His eyes wide as the words make a home within him. Love you . Crowley had said he loved him. And oh , how Aziraphale loved him in return, wanted to break the sound barrier in his rush to return to the bookshop; to Crowley, and tell him how much he loved him in return. Wanted to hold him in his hands and lay worship to the expanse of his skin with his lips until the end of time.