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Probably, it was the coldest evening that December .
Christmas Eve, actually. Aziraphale and Crowley sat at their table as usual, arguing amicably about some human amusement - the Nativity play they had seen .
Then light came from above. Perhaps Metatron had decided to visit them for a while.
But there's no reason ... except.
Naturally, The High Mistress stepped in dimly lit library as someone who had been there from the very beginning.
She proclaimed in a deeply ironic voice.
"I hope I' m not bothering you.
I know what you both have done.
One question remains - why?"
She tilted her head slightly, interest gleaming in her eyes.
Aziraphale and Crowley exchanged a glance .
Angel and Demon decided to answer.
A bit... unsynchronizated.
"Because of my love for him"
"Because I didn't want Earth and Mankind to die."
"Hah?" God raised an eyebrow.
“It really is,” Aziraphale insisted, flustered by Crowley’s blunt confession. Crowley, meanwhile, looked personally offended by the angel’s blindness.
"You never told me that," whispered Aziraphale in surprise.
"Oh, Angel." Crowley shook his head.
Maybe he needed to show Aziraphale another way, more directly.
Meantime, God tactfully disappeared, pleasantly rubbing her hands.
Everything goes according to the Ineffable Plan.