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Aziraphale and Crowley stand in the bookshop garden,the silence heavy between them. Aziraphale clears his throat awkwardly. "So..What do you want Crowley?". He fidgets with his hands, nervous about Crowley's possible answer. Crowley takes a deep breath and Gently grabs Aziraphale's hands, looking him in the eyes.
"I want our original world back. But I also want us to be...", He hesitates before continuing. "I want us to be together. Without Heaven or Hell pulling us apart.". His voice breaks slightly. Aziraphale squeezes his hands gently. "I believe we have our decision then.". Crowley nods and they exit the garden.