"Oh. Well. Okay. Okay, yes, I will. I certainly will." Aziraphale smiled, a great big beaming smile, and then the bell rang out, warning them that class was going to start up soon. "Well, time for English, I suppose. I hate that we don't have class together these days." Aziraphale was in top set for everything and Crowley had, over the years, slowly sauntered downwards to the lower sets. So he could share with Felix and the like. He hated it. He had managed to get himself a set lower in math so they could share one class but he was still so mortified and guilty over it.

"Do you want to walk home today? I can wait for you. Even if you have detention." It was better to sit on a bench than go home early without some Crowley time. "Do you -- do you have detention?" He was always disappointed that Crowley was a bad boy but it was... thrilling. Sexy. Kind of. Sometimes.