"I don't know." Guilt spiral and all, it was making it hard to think of doing anything but then, the fear of Crowley being out without him was also looming in his head too. What if he went out to a party again or something? Went out with Felix, that stupid alpha gay with his tight jeans and boldness. He was out and he had no fears, he was handsome too and yesterday, in math class, he gave Crowley a pencil. And Crowley chewed that pencil.

They basically kissed! And if he wasn't kissing Crowley, he might be kissing someone else. Like tight pants Felix. And look, Crowley was frowning. That judgement frown. Crowley would get sick of him and go off with all the other handsome gays in town if he didn't do something fast.

"We could go to the park!" Okay, maybe he yelled that a little loud but he was not willing to be defeated. "Go to that one bench we like. Near the ducks!" Aziraphale tried, desperate to make it seem exciting so Crowley wouldn't want to go to some ... gay burlesque evening or whatever. "If it rains, there's always the bandstand! I could bring something fun for us to do. We could -- oh! I have travel uno." Exciting stuff.