you, falling through
“Look, let me pitch you something,” Crowley says. “It’s admittedly insane, but if I don’t ask you now, I won’t ever ask, right? Right, so— you should get off the train with me here in London.” Something tugs at Aziraphale’s core, something that feels suspiciously like fondness. So this is what comes of being an incurable romantic. Crowley could very well be some sort of axe-murdering miscreant, luring in would-be victims with his slinky hips and charmingly awful taste in wine. Then there’s the small issue of them living on opposite sides of a very large ocean. They’re about as likely to pursue something beyond this evening as Aziraphale is to become the president of France, is the simple fact of the matter. And yet, he’s not saying no. He’s very much not saying no.
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