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Crowley let himself be towed away from the increasingly sticky tension of Julian and Aziraphale occupying the same gravitational field. It wasn’t until they were halfway across the garden, weaving past a small child with a plastic sword and someone’s unattended glass of elderflower fizz, that Nina leaned in and hissed, “He’s flirting with you.”
“Who, Aziraphale? He's always like that. You’ve seen us flirt, Nina. That’s not news.”
“No,” she said slowly, like she wasn’t sure if he was joking or just stupid. “Julian, Crowley. Julian is flirting with you.”
Crowley wrinkled his nose. “That is disgusting.”“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Because a minute ago you were the one whining that Aziraphale never gets jealous.”
“That was—” Crowley paused
He could, technically, just… keep quiet. Let Julian’s damp tea towel of a personality slowly evaporate into the wallpaper. Let Aziraphale puff up like a rooster about it. Let the whole thing play out without lighting a single match.
He was also, as he often liked to remind himself with deep internal groaning, a creature of curiosity. He wanted to know just how far Aziraphale would go.