crowley: please run away with me
aziraphale: i am shackled by rules. goodbye my….pre-destined rival.
crowley: you don’t goodbye ME…IM leaving the planet. goodbye to YOU
crowley, a day later, not leaving at all despite being trouble with hell: please run away with me.
aziraphale: don’t do this
crowley: no this is different from before. im sorry AND i’ve now chosen a destination…the stars.
aziraphale: colleague, per my previous email–
crowley: fukk YOU. i leave, im the leaver, you don’t leave me. im going to the stars. goodbye to YOU
crowley, still not leaving, but instead facing the forces of hell to be with aziraphale, driving to the bookstore (which, unbeknownst to him, is burning) WHILE calling aziraphale on the phone simultaneously, probably because you wants to say: please run away with me
It was criminally negligent of me to fail to include the fact that when discorporated aziraphale appears in the bar, Crowley has been crying his eyes out for the past hour but he pulls it together in under a minute and is immediately back at his gay “run away with me agenda” he is immediately like…”where are you? I’ll come to you and then you will Run Away With Me?” The boy is DEDICATED
