A/C unrequited crush, protective instinct, vandalism
"What would you do without me?"
The angel smiled at him, and finished unbuttoning his tweed jacket, slinging it over his arm. His shirt was blindingly white in the alley, shadowed between two buildings even on such a summery day.
"I don't know, Crowley. I suspect I'd muddle through. You didn't have to be quite so strident with the policemen, you know. They were just doing their jobs."
"And for that matter, a little bloody gratitude wouldn't go amiss."
Aziraphale turned, and smiled, and patted him on the cheek. And Crowley was grateful for sunglasses and half-darkness because it was easier to hide what even the simplest of gestures could do to him.
"Thank you, Crowley. Even though I suspect I would have gotten away with it, you know. I wasn't so much vandalising as correcting."
The demon glared at the wall, which now sported such legends as Baz woz was ere here, '05 and Adrian izza is a Wanker.
"Yeah, well," he mumbled.
"I am grateful, dear boy." Aziraphale walked to the entrance of the alley, and then turned to look back at him, haloed by the bright sunlight. "What do you say I buy you a cup of tea and a bun?"
Crowley rolled his eyes, and followed him out.
The angel smiled at him, and finished unbuttoning his tweed jacket, slinging it over his arm. His shirt was blindingly white in the alley, shadowed between two buildings even on such a summery day.
"I don't know, Crowley. I suspect I'd muddle through. You didn't have to be quite so strident with the policemen, you know. They were just doing their jobs."
"And for that matter, a little bloody gratitude wouldn't go amiss."
Aziraphale turned, and smiled, and patted him on the cheek. And Crowley was grateful for sunglasses and half-darkness because it was easier to hide what even the simplest of gestures could do to him.
"Thank you, Crowley. Even though I suspect I would have gotten away with it, you know. I wasn't so much vandalising as correcting."
The demon glared at the wall, which now sported such legends as Baz woz was ere here, '05 and Adrian izza is a Wanker.
"Yeah, well," he mumbled.
"I am grateful, dear boy." Aziraphale walked to the entrance of the alley, and then turned to look back at him, haloed by the bright sunlight. "What do you say I buy you a cup of tea and a bun?"
Crowley rolled his eyes, and followed him out.