"Oh, I couldn't possibly trouble you with such things! I live about 20 minutes from here. It takes at most 30 minutes if the bus is late. It's honestly fine." Aziraphale didn't know if he could handle getting into a car and embarrassing himself any further with this very sexy man that knew he was gay. And now he knew that Aziraphale was - that thing - and Aziraphale knew that he knew, the pressure was on to not be the gayest thing in the whole damn world for five seconds! "I don't want to make you go all that gay."

...

No. No. That did not just happen. No. Oh no. This was mortifying. This was the worst. His face fell and his eyes widened as he slowly started to realise he could not, in fact, magically take a word back. And there it was. Hanging right there. Between them. Why. Why, God?

"...Way." He cleared his throat. "I meant to say--"

"Uncle Crowley is gay." Adam helped. "It's not weird."