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“He said WHUT?” Crowley says, angrily
“He said I could appoint YOU to be an angel” Aziraphale says, filled with excitement and glee
“Look, Angel, you know me. What about me seems like somebody who wants to crawling back to heaven? I changed my name for a reason, Angel. I do what I need to to for me, but it doesn’t need to be that way, I - WE could do it FOR EACH OTHER! We don’t need them, we never did”
Aziraphale’s face falls “B-but we could change heaven, AND hell, if you want, for the BETTER! You of all people saw what they were trying to do, to us, and the people we love, can’t we just try, please?” Aziraphale pleads.
Crowley inhales and sits down, pointing to the seat across from him. “Angel, you know that heaven and hell are the way they are because they want to be. They don’t like change unless it is something they enforce upon others, for you and me to go marching up to try to convince all the angels and demons that what they were made to do i-is wrong, well… they wouldn’t like that.” Crowley pauses and turns around abruptly. Aziraphale looks around too, wondering what the demon could possibly be looking at.
“Is everything ok Crowley?” He asks, glad for some time to think up a response. Crowley stands up and huffs, gesturing to the back room of Aziraphale’s bookshop. “I-uh really need to keep talking to you, for a lot lot lot of reasons, but I kinda sorta feel like we’re being watched, can we-?” He continues pointing towards the back of the shop, not needing words to emphasize what he means.
Aziraphale nods teary eyed, and follows Crowley to the back of his shop.