"Dunno. Can't decide that for you." Much as he wanted to. "I think your brother talks sense though." And he was careful not to say too much on that, because he didn't want to upset Aziraphale by discussing his religion, by saying the wrong thing there. Instead he reached over to take a hold of Aziraphale's hand and thread their fingers together. "I'm in love with you too. For the record. That's not one-sided."

Never. His heart was very set. "I want to go to a café with you and buy you a piece of cake. The kind you always look at through the window. And I want to watch you eat it without you feeling guilty once. While we sit together. Then I kiss you. That's the life I want."