[They will be fine, Aziraphale tells himself again, and tries not to let his heart break from the way Crowley's voice sounds. They can do this, surely; their respective bosses never paid enough attention to them, after all, or they'd have been found out sooner— so even if he says something a little too polite to a few demons, surely no one will know. No one will figure out, and they will be fine.
Ah, but-]
A cottage? [He repeats it, surprised, and he nearly forgets what's happened to his bookshop again, but... a cottage. In the country. Together.
His face does that ridiculous thing again, smiling and trying to keep it down, because he knows what a fool he looks like this. A whole cottage!]
I— I am going to decorate. [This is non-negotiable!!]
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Ah, but-]
A cottage? [He repeats it, surprised, and he nearly forgets what's happened to his bookshop again, but... a cottage. In the country. Together.
His face does that ridiculous thing again, smiling and trying to keep it down, because he knows what a fool he looks like this. A whole cottage!]
I— I am going to decorate. [This is non-negotiable!!]