"I ain't scared of them. I'd fight them any day, even Gabriel, if I had to." He looked at Barty and then leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss. "But I know it ain't my fight so, yeah. I'll be there but not there. Just rooting for you. As always."
He smiled a playful smile and then slid into the back with Crowley. He did up his belt and kicked some of the stuff under the seat to try and make it look less messy.
"Oi, music. Don't bore us on the way." Bill politely requested. "I assume you can't rock out when your baby brother is in the car." He'd be scandalised.
"I'm not concerned over you not picking a fight, I just think they'll be slightly more agreeable if you stay out of sight." Well. "More on message, anyway. Less getting distracted by how I have been led astray by a wily little minx like you."
Crowley chuckled, assuming that it was a joke. It was hard to tell with the delivery, but Barty didn't seem to mind him laughing, so that was good enough. He watched as Barty turned on the music, as requested, then leaned back when they started on their drive. "Aziraphale doesn't like any music like this. He calls it bebop."
It was a relatively long drive where Bill googled bebop, read half the wiki page aloud to them, then got sidetracked by the life and times of Thelonious Monk, a schizophrenic jazz pianist that captivated him for most of the ride.
Bill knew they had arrived when suddenly the music cut out and they were approached that ugly, remote little place on the outskirts. It was easy to tell Barty's old place, it had no fucking lights on. "If things go south, be careful."
"It's not going to go South, love. They're family." Barty turned around to look at Bill, just about smiling. "Anyway, I have a knife."
With that, he got out of the car, leaving Crowley behind to puzzle over this. "Is he kidding? Does he-- He has a knife, doesn't he?" Just didn't seem as if he'd be bluffing. But what was he going to do with the knife?
He watched as Barty approached the house, knelt down to get a spare key out from under the doormat and then let himself in.
"Hello, darlings! I'm home!" Barty closed the door behind himself, pocketing the key absently as he looked around. "Aziraphale! Get down here!"
He decided to simply make it an order, while he could hear his other siblings scramble around to decide how to deal with him.
Was that Barty? It was hard to navigate his room in the total dark he was stuck in but he did manage to get the door open. It wasn't locked today so that was nice.
"Bartemius?!"
"Get back in your room now, Aziraphale!"
Well, wasn't that two conflicting orders that left him somewhat paralysed on the stairs because he could now see Barty on one side and his other siblings emerging from the living room and -- and he was in his pyjamas and not really escape ready. If that was, in fact, that was happening. He looked at Barty, a little desperate. "It's... it's very late." It was ten but that was quite late.
"You should really come with me, Aziraphale. You've left your glasses in my car." Or else just his boyfriend who for some reason always wore sunglasses. Barty had forgotten why, some medical condition? Whatever, he was just hoping that Aziraphale would pick up on it. That he'd come with and stop listening to anyone else.
"What do you think you are doing, Bartemius?" Gabriel squared his shoulders, showing off his full height and might.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Literally. Can't even see a thing in here." Barty huffed out in frustration, shaking his head. "I've told you I can pay for your damn electricity. This is ridiculous, are you still praying that God will cough up some money for you? Or better yet, father?"
"Will you stop it with the blasphemous talk in our house? You are not welcome here, not with that ungodly attitude. Reflect and repent, Bartemius! And Aziraphale, you know better than to consort with the likes of him."
His glasses? He had his reading glasses, they were upstairs so why would-- oh. Oh. "Oh gosh, my -- oh." Was Crowley concerned? Did he tell to his brother? He so dearly missed Crowley and all he wanted to do was leave and go to him but since he had been spotted with him, he was just stuck in his room. With constant threats of home school.
"We are his legal guardians, Bartemius. You are not taking him. That's abduction."
Aziraphale looked at Michael, Gabriel and then Bartemius. Then he ran back up the stairs and shut his room door. Michael smiled. "Ah, see, some common sense. See, he is not like you. He's not a sinner, he's not about to run off with some junkie rent boy. He has seen the right path and will repent. He is--"
Aziraphale came rushing back out of his room with his school bag, unzipped and full of random things, looking quite desperately at Barty. "Okay, I-I-I-- oh God." Was he doing this? He didn't know. He could barely fucking see Barty but he came down the steps entirely and reached out to hold onto his arm. Urgh, leather jacket, felt awful.
Barty grabbed Aziraphale's arm as soon as he was close enough, using the grip to pull the boy behind himself. He had firmly planted himself between Aziraphale and the others, raising his eyebrows. "I'm as blood related to him as you are, he is sixteen, and you are keeping him in a house without electricity and heating. Try and sue me over this. Report me. See what happens. Because he doesn't want any of your sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit."
He could see how close Gabriel was to exploding, so he did take one step back, just to be out of immediate fist range. "So, yeah. He is queer. Gay. Homosexual. He's in love with a boy. A boy that's worried for him and loves him back. That's a more healthy relationship than any of you lot have managed. Fancy that."
"Aziraphale. If you leave now, there is no going back. You aren't just turning your back on us, you are turning your back on God. On Heaven." Gabriel said it with forced calm. "We want what is best for you."
"You can't trust that snake, Aziraphale. I don't know how Bartemius has managed to poison your mind, but he's a sinner. He is evil. You know that!" Sandalphon thought it was obvious. "He's probably going to-- Going to make you a concubine!"
"Ew." Barty wasn't sure what else to say to that. "What's wrong with you, mate? Seriously."
Turning his back on God and heaven was a terrifying thought but he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't strong enough to fight like this or brave enough to stand up to them. Right now, the best he could do was hide behind his brother and try not to entirely lose his nerve and run back upstairs.
"I--I think ... I think I just don't quite understand it all. Perhaps I will and then I will repent and pray but if God is kind and loving, why would any love be so terrible? I think I have to take time and--and, you know, think on it. A little. It's good to think." Aziraphale stuttered, never the most bold when it came to his siblings but of course he wasn't. Look at them. All adults, all older and glaring at him. Aziraphale had zero resolve.
Luckily, he had Barty to hide behind and hold onto.
"Then think upstairs, in your room, and you will see the light. If you leave now, you leave for good."
"Really? Oh. Well. I mean --" Aziraphale looked around the dark and shivered a little. "It's a shame you think like that." Especially Sandalphone. And whatever the fuck he was thinking. Because it was gross. He spoke quietly now, fingers in Barty's coat. "I wish to leave..."
"How is he gonna fucking see the light upstairs in his room when you can't afford electric?" Barty didn't turn around, but he nodded to Aziraphale's quiet words. He took another step backwards and then reached to open the door, making Aziraphale go through first. "Get into the car."
It was a simple enough instruction. Barty got outside after Aziraphale, immediately closing the door and locking it with the key he had put in his pocket before. He kept the key in the lock, keeping his siblings from following them right away. He caught up to Aziraphale and grabbed his arm to drag him along. "Your boyfriend flagged down Bill to ask about you, so I figured something is wrong. He's a good boy. Crowley."
"Oh yes, he's always been a very good boy. He's always..." Aziraphale shivered a little because it was cold and not because he was completely panicking and could hear his brother yell his name from inside the house and oh gosh, he felt like he was going to be sick. He gripped his bag tighter and then blushed aggressively. "Oh no. I'm in my pyjamas... I don't have shoes. I don't have socks! What is he going to think?!"
"I think your boyfriend is coming." Bill remarked as he wound down the window and stuck his head out, looking over at the two and then ducking back in. "Yep. Doesn't look like he used the knife. Also your boyfriend has dorky pyjamas. Brace yourself, mate."
"Honestly just shocked he ain't donning a nightie and a lil cap," Crowley said quietly, readying himself anyway. He knew how self-conscious Aziraphale could get. Or always was, honestly. He opened the door without thinking and rushed outside, meeting Aziraphale halfway and pulling him into a tight hug. Damn, he was looking pale, even by Aziraphale's standard. He kept on holding him, running a hand through his hair. "You all right? I'm sorry, I just-- I didn't know what to do."
"Yeah, very touching. Get in the car, lovebirds. Backseat." Barty was trying to rush them a little, because this was not the place for a nice reunion. Gabriel would get out sooner rather than later. "Bill, get in the front."
"I'm sorry I worried you, it all got very ... complicated. They saw us at the centre and then -- well, you know how it all goes. It was very difficult..." He watched Bill get out of the car and slide into the front and turned behind him to see the door finally opening. Yeah, no, romantic moment over. "Hurry, in the car! They will come!"
Once the two kids were in the back, Bill put his belt on and sighed. "So no need for the knife then?"
"Knife?! There was a knife?!"
"Only a pocket knife." Bill dismissed and then wound down the window to lean out of it, smiling and waving at Gabriel. "Good night, you prick!"
Crowley reached for Aziraphale's hand, looking out the window with wide eyes as Gabriel yelled out... something. Sounded like a bunch of gibberish.
"Huh. He just tried to banish evil in Latin. Let's see if it takes." Barty smiled at Bill, speeding up a little bit to get more distance. He had a feeling that Aziraphale could do with physical distance, might help with the emotional one.
"Your hand is so cold," Crowley commented, pulling Aziraphale a little closer. He frowned and shrugged out of his jacket, holding it out to his boyfriend. "Your brother's place seems nicer. Warm."
"Yes, well, you know. They are trying this minimalist thing. And usually we all sit at the table, with some candles, to talk and all but I wasn't allowed to leave my room so it's been quite... chilly." So cold that his fingers seized up and he had to spend most of his evenings in the dark, under the covers, curled up into a very sad little ball. "You, erm, you adapt. It's surprising, actually."
"It's a lot nicer at the flat. We got like 21.5 degrees pretty consistently and no mould, no dripping walls neither." Bill boasted playfully as he leaned back in his seat. Well, he had never been in such a good situation, he wanted to show off.
"Yes, well, that is very nice." Aziraphale looked at Crowley and then smiled sheepishly. "It's not all as bad as it sounds, I promise. They just wanted me to reflect and repent. It's, uh, it's very normal. I was never in danger, to be clear."
"Er, I need you to understand that that's not normal. You could have gotten pneumonia or something!" Crowley felt like wrapping himself around Aziraphale, but obviously that wasn't an option right now, they were in the back of his brother's car. "It's not normal. And you've got no reason to repent! It's not wrong, you know? What we're doing. We are just being ourselves. In love. Just us."
Barty clanged at them in the mirror for a moment, glad to see that Aziraphale did seem to have picked a good boy. "He's gonna stay on our couch tonight, Bill. Then we can figure out what to do going forward."
"I guess he could sleep in the storage room. We could fit a bed in there and some shelves, right?" Bill was just trying to work it out because a one bedroom flat was probably not ideal if they had to have his brother there longterm.
Holding his boyfriend's coat, Aziraphale used it as a sort of blanket and nodded his head a little. "It's normal to me, I guess. It's just the way it is." He didn't mean to upset Crowley with it but it was the truth of the matter. He had been in this situation for a while... though usually they paid for bills. "It only got cold when father stopped dropping by. That was unfortunate. Then Bartemius left and -- it just kept spiralling."
"Yeah, because they stopped taking my money. Idiots." Barty rolled his eyes, unable to keep himself from commenting on that. He nodded to Bill's thoughts though. They couldn't afford a bigger place right now, but refurbishing the storage room should be doable. "Better than his current room, I'll tell you that. We can go to the store tomorrow when I finish up."
Crowley tried to follow Barty's and Bill's conversation somewhat, but he was distracted by what a heap of misery Aziraphale looked like. He shicted closer, so he could at least wrap one arm around him. Then he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Hey. You've left too. We're together now. Don't have to hide."
That was a good thing, wasn't it? Something to focus on. "We can have a real date soon."
"Yes, I suppose we could. We could do anything..." He was a bad person. A bad person who would never go to heaven and had walked away from God and now he could do whatever he wanted. Until he reached hell. And then he would burn for eternity so that was nice. Were his hands shaking? He felt oddly hot too. His stomach was churning aggressively and he leaned forward suddenly to try and just breathe a bit. "Sorry! Just a little spot of car sickness. Happens all the time."
It was a very short ride and he was not prone to car sickness but he rather hoped that no one would point it out.
"If you're gonna barf, let us know. We got an ASDA bag somewhere." Bill started to look, just in case.
"No, no, it's fine. It's all fine. Everything is-- fine." Oh God, he was going to hell.
"Hey. Angel. Look at me." Crowley was trying to get his focus, so he could lean their foreheads together, holding him as close as he could. "I love you. Just focus on breathing, yeah? Just breathing."
This was a lot. Of course this was a lot. But hopefully, together they could focus on the positive changes that would come with this.
The car stopped and Barty turned around, frowning at them. "You sleeping over, lover boy?"
"I could. No one cares if I come home." For better or worse.
"I work tomorrow morning, but then we can hit up the shops. You'll be needing some stuff, Az." Barty was glad he had some money put aside for situations like this.
Yes, good. Leave his home and just dive deep into sin. That seemed right. Just embrace the sin and go to hell with it all. May as well get naked and throw their penises around... well. Whatever. Something like that. Whatever boys did at sleepovers. Boys who were going to hell together.
Leaving the car was hard. He was stuck. Trapped in the car. It was terrifying. If he left the car, it was official and then he would have to sleep on the couch with his boyfriend and that was a lot and if he didn't do that, he would lose Crowley. To Felix or Barty. Oh God, he was going to be in the same house as his 'bit of a looker' brother.
So either he got it together and earned his bae with some under the sheet covers or he stayed here and ... well, he didn't know. He left the house. He left God. What else could do?
"I think your brother broke." Bill commented idly as he peered into the car, where Crowley was still with him. What a good sport. "That Crowley bloke has quite the patience."
"Yeeeah, he's gonna be a while." Barty didn't bother looking at them, he simply drew Bill into his arms, sliding both of his hands into his back pockets and pulling him closer still. He kissed him and then looked into his eyes. So romantic. "You realise I'm going to have to work on my assignment all night tomorrow to catch up, yeah?"
Well. Best to prepare him.
In the car, Crowley was still just holding Aziraphale, wondering whether they'd ever get out of this car. He honestly wasn't sure. "I don't have to sleep over, y'know? I can just go back home. Just wasn't sure whether I should leave you, is all. I could meet you tomorrow instead?"
Was that better? "Are you-- I'm sorry, they don't make manuals for this shit. What can I do?"
"... Aww, fuck." Bill cursed as he leaned into Barty and kept checking in, wondering how long it would take to coax him out. "This is going to be a long week, eh?" Aziraphale would not be an easy one to handle.
"I like when you stay. I'm sorry. Please just -- I don't want you to leave." He just had to process all of it and find a way to move his legs and get out of the car. And it was a little difficult for several reasons. The sin, the fear, the difficult and -- "I don't have shoes..."
He looked down at his feet and frowned. "I just forgot about them. In the rush. How silly." He laughed and then looked at Crowley. Perfect, handsome Crowley. "They said I couldn't see you again. I didn't think any of their rules would make me hate them but I suppose, they surprised me. I hated them."
And now here he was, sinning. Going to hell. And was that so bad?
"I hate them for making you sad." That seemed like such a simple statement, almost childish, but it was true. He felt it deeply. No one should make Aziraphale look like this. "Your brother's building is right over there. I'm sure you can wash your feet once you're there. Borrow shoes. And he'll buy you new ones. He bought some for Bill, they're pretty cool."
Barty seemed to have his shit together. More than he'd have thought, given everything. "Did you know that he's studying law? At uni. All proper like." Who'd have thought? "Think you're upgrading. Sibling-wise."
"... He's getting a degree?! A law degree? He's getting a-a-a-" Well, wasn't that just annoying because he had been told that Barty was a drop out loser and now he was learning that he paid for bills, got shoes and STUDIED LAW. With wide eyes, shock overtaking, the door to the car finally opened and Aziraphale stumbled out with zero grace to look at his big brother.
"YOU'RE STUDYING LAW."
"Shh. Jesus, don't draw attention." In that outfit. In the middle of the street. Asking to get his arse kicked. Bill gestured his hand. "Let's head inside, yeah?"
"An actual degree? Like one from a university? The local one? The one that's 50 minutes by bus?"
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Barty and then leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss. "But I know it ain't my fight so, yeah. I'll be there but not there. Just rooting for you. As always."
He smiled a playful smile and then slid into the back with Crowley. He did up his belt and kicked some of the stuff under the seat to try and make it look less messy.
"Oi, music. Don't bore us on the way." Bill politely requested. "I assume you can't rock out when your baby brother is in the car." He'd be scandalised.
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Crowley chuckled, assuming that it was a joke. It was hard to tell with the delivery, but Barty didn't seem to mind him laughing, so that was good enough. He watched as Barty turned on the music, as requested, then leaned back when they started on their drive. "Aziraphale doesn't like any music like this. He calls it bebop."
He was so ridiculous.
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It was a relatively long drive where Bill googled bebop, read half the wiki page aloud to them, then got sidetracked by the life and times of Thelonious Monk, a schizophrenic jazz pianist that captivated him for most of the ride.
Bill knew they had arrived when suddenly the music cut out and they were approached that ugly, remote little place on the outskirts. It was easy to tell Barty's old place, it had no fucking lights on. "If things go south, be careful."
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With that, he got out of the car, leaving Crowley behind to puzzle over this. "Is he kidding? Does he-- He has a knife, doesn't he?" Just didn't seem as if he'd be bluffing. But what was he going to do with the knife?
He watched as Barty approached the house, knelt down to get a spare key out from under the doormat and then let himself in.
"Hello, darlings! I'm home!" Barty closed the door behind himself, pocketing the key absently as he looked around. "Aziraphale! Get down here!"
He decided to simply make it an order, while he could hear his other siblings scramble around to decide how to deal with him.
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"Bartemius?!"
"Get back in your room now, Aziraphale!"
Well, wasn't that two conflicting orders that left him somewhat paralysed on the stairs because he could now see Barty on one side and his other siblings emerging from the living room and -- and he was in his pyjamas and not really escape ready. If that was, in fact, that was happening. He looked at Barty, a little desperate. "It's... it's very late." It was ten but that was quite late.
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"What do you think you are doing, Bartemius?" Gabriel squared his shoulders, showing off his full height and might.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Literally. Can't even see a thing in here." Barty huffed out in frustration, shaking his head. "I've told you I can pay for your damn electricity. This is ridiculous, are you still praying that God will cough up some money for you? Or better yet, father?"
"Will you stop it with the blasphemous talk in our house? You are not welcome here, not with that ungodly attitude. Reflect and repent, Bartemius! And Aziraphale, you know better than to consort with the likes of him."
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"We are his legal guardians, Bartemius. You are not taking him. That's abduction."
Aziraphale looked at Michael, Gabriel and then Bartemius. Then he ran back up the stairs and shut his room door. Michael smiled. "Ah, see, some common sense. See, he is not like you. He's not a sinner, he's not about to run off with some junkie rent boy. He has seen the right path and will repent. He is--"
Aziraphale came rushing back out of his room with his school bag, unzipped and full of random things, looking quite desperately at Barty. "Okay, I-I-I-- oh God." Was he doing this? He didn't know. He could barely fucking see Barty but he came down the steps entirely and reached out to hold onto his arm. Urgh, leather jacket, felt awful.
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He could see how close Gabriel was to exploding, so he did take one step back, just to be out of immediate fist range. "So, yeah. He is queer. Gay. Homosexual. He's in love with a boy. A boy that's worried for him and loves him back. That's a more healthy relationship than any of you lot have managed. Fancy that."
"Aziraphale. If you leave now, there is no going back. You aren't just turning your back on us, you are turning your back on God. On Heaven." Gabriel said it with forced calm. "We want what is best for you."
"You can't trust that snake, Aziraphale. I don't know how Bartemius has managed to poison your mind, but he's a sinner. He is evil. You know that!" Sandalphon thought it was obvious. "He's probably going to-- Going to make you a concubine!"
"Ew." Barty wasn't sure what else to say to that. "What's wrong with you, mate? Seriously."
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"I--I think ... I think I just don't quite understand it all. Perhaps I will and then I will repent and pray but if God is kind and loving, why would any love be so terrible? I think I have to take time and--and, you know, think on it. A little. It's good to think." Aziraphale stuttered, never the most bold when it came to his siblings but of course he wasn't. Look at them. All adults, all older and glaring at him. Aziraphale had zero resolve.
Luckily, he had Barty to hide behind and hold onto.
"Then think upstairs, in your room, and you will see the light. If you leave now, you leave for good."
"Really? Oh. Well. I mean --" Aziraphale looked around the dark and shivered a little. "It's a shame you think like that." Especially Sandalphone. And whatever the fuck he was thinking. Because it was gross. He spoke quietly now, fingers in Barty's coat. "I wish to leave..."
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It was a simple enough instruction. Barty got outside after Aziraphale, immediately closing the door and locking it with the key he had put in his pocket before. He kept the key in the lock, keeping his siblings from following them right away. He caught up to Aziraphale and grabbed his arm to drag him along. "Your boyfriend flagged down Bill to ask about you, so I figured something is wrong. He's a good boy. Crowley."
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"I think your boyfriend is coming." Bill remarked as he wound down the window and stuck his head out, looking over at the two and then ducking back in. "Yep. Doesn't look like he used the knife. Also your boyfriend has dorky pyjamas. Brace yourself, mate."
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"Yeah, very touching. Get in the car, lovebirds. Backseat." Barty was trying to rush them a little, because this was not the place for a nice reunion. Gabriel would get out sooner rather than later. "Bill, get in the front."
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Once the two kids were in the back, Bill put his belt on and sighed. "So no need for the knife then?"
"Knife?! There was a knife?!"
"Only a pocket knife." Bill dismissed and then wound down the window to lean out of it, smiling and waving at Gabriel. "Good night, you prick!"
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"Huh. He just tried to banish evil in Latin. Let's see if it takes." Barty smiled at Bill, speeding up a little bit to get more distance. He had a feeling that Aziraphale could do with physical distance, might help with the emotional one.
"Your hand is so cold," Crowley commented, pulling Aziraphale a little closer. He frowned and shrugged out of his jacket, holding it out to his boyfriend. "Your brother's place seems nicer. Warm."
"Yeah, I pay our bills," Barty remarked drily.
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"It's a lot nicer at the flat. We got like 21.5 degrees pretty consistently and no mould, no dripping walls neither." Bill boasted playfully as he leaned back in his seat. Well, he had never been in such a good situation, he wanted to show off.
"Yes, well, that is very nice." Aziraphale looked at Crowley and then smiled sheepishly. "It's not all as bad as it sounds, I promise. They just wanted me to reflect and repent. It's, uh, it's very normal. I was never in danger, to be clear."
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Barty clanged at them in the mirror for a moment, glad to see that Aziraphale did seem to have picked a good boy. "He's gonna stay on our couch tonight, Bill. Then we can figure out what to do going forward."
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Holding his boyfriend's coat, Aziraphale used it as a sort of blanket and nodded his head a little. "It's normal to me, I guess. It's just the way it is." He didn't mean to upset Crowley with it but it was the truth of the matter. He had been in this situation for a while... though usually they paid for bills. "It only got cold when father stopped dropping by. That was unfortunate. Then Bartemius left and -- it just kept spiralling."
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Crowley tried to follow Barty's and Bill's conversation somewhat, but he was distracted by what a heap of misery Aziraphale looked like. He shicted closer, so he could at least wrap one arm around him. Then he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Hey. You've left too. We're together now. Don't have to hide."
That was a good thing, wasn't it? Something to focus on. "We can have a real date soon."
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It was a very short ride and he was not prone to car sickness but he rather hoped that no one would point it out.
"If you're gonna barf, let us know. We got an ASDA bag somewhere." Bill started to look, just in case.
"No, no, it's fine. It's all fine. Everything is-- fine." Oh God, he was going to hell.
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This was a lot. Of course this was a lot. But hopefully, together they could focus on the positive changes that would come with this.
The car stopped and Barty turned around, frowning at them. "You sleeping over, lover boy?"
"I could. No one cares if I come home." For better or worse.
"I work tomorrow morning, but then we can hit up the shops. You'll be needing some stuff, Az." Barty was glad he had some money put aside for situations like this.
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Leaving the car was hard. He was stuck. Trapped in the car. It was terrifying. If he left the car, it was official and then he would have to sleep on the couch with his boyfriend and that was a lot and if he didn't do that, he would lose Crowley. To Felix or Barty. Oh God, he was going to be in the same house as his 'bit of a looker' brother.
So either he got it together and earned his bae with some under the sheet covers or he stayed here and ... well, he didn't know. He left the house. He left God. What else could do?
"I think your brother broke." Bill commented idly as he peered into the car, where Crowley was still with him. What a good sport. "That Crowley bloke has quite the patience."
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Well. Best to prepare him.
In the car, Crowley was still just holding Aziraphale, wondering whether they'd ever get out of this car. He honestly wasn't sure. "I don't have to sleep over, y'know? I can just go back home. Just wasn't sure whether I should leave you, is all. I could meet you tomorrow instead?"
Was that better? "Are you-- I'm sorry, they don't make manuals for this shit. What can I do?"
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"I like when you stay. I'm sorry. Please just -- I don't want you to leave." He just had to process all of it and find a way to move his legs and get out of the car. And it was a little difficult for several reasons. The sin, the fear, the difficult and -- "I don't have shoes..."
He looked down at his feet and frowned. "I just forgot about them. In the rush. How silly." He laughed and then looked at Crowley. Perfect, handsome Crowley. "They said I couldn't see you again. I didn't think any of their rules would make me hate them but I suppose, they surprised me. I hated them."
And now here he was, sinning. Going to hell. And was that so bad?
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Barty seemed to have his shit together. More than he'd have thought, given everything. "Did you know that he's studying law? At uni. All proper like." Who'd have thought? "Think you're upgrading. Sibling-wise."
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"YOU'RE STUDYING LAW."
"Shh. Jesus, don't draw attention." In that outfit. In the middle of the street. Asking to get his arse kicked. Bill gestured his hand. "Let's head inside, yeah?"
"An actual degree? Like one from a university? The local one? The one that's 50 minutes by bus?"
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