It was hard to miss the way Crowley's face changed and the tone he had taken. Aziraphale looked down sheepishly. And he really did think he was attractive? How? Why? He had no idea what to do now. "Getting out is more complicated than it should be but I--I am a man of faith in many ways. I have faith that things will work out the way they are supposed to and that the way is full of happiness and love."
Aziraphale knew that in this situation, he was obligated to clarify himself. He owed that to Crowley, Crowley didn't owe it to him.
"And all love is good love, is it not? How could love ever be a bad thing?" Aziraphale smiled at Crowley somewhat sadly and then looked out of the window to try and spot his house. "I'm the stop by the white car just ahead. That would be Gabriel's car. Oh... good." He was home. Fantastic.
"Yeah. All love is good love." Although, honestly, Crowley had some doubts there. There was a lot of toxic love out there, like whatever Bill was chasing. Like whatever kept Holden waiting for what Felix was likely never going to be able or want to commit to. Like whatever made Lucifer decide that he loved his youngest brother so much he had to stick him with his kid. Crowley was determined not to let that toxicity seep into Adam's life any more than it already had, but still. He saw toxicity here too, with a religion that trapped Aziraphale in this way, where getting out was complicated. That made him smile so sadly and hate seeing the car of whoever Gabriel was supposed to be.
Really, Crowley wasn't sure he'd come across much love that was good. Maybe that was one reserved for movies and books. "We'll be by to bring back the book."
He frowned as he looked at Aziraphale, kind of feeling awkward with the many things they had just brushed upon and not voiced. Quite a lot there. "I got no problem with people who have faith. Just. For the record."
He felt it was a bit of a shit deal to be stuck with, however. "Wouldn't help anything, would it, if the faggot's prejudiced against the-- faithful. Gotta break the cycle."
Yeah, delving too deep there. "Sorry, angel. I'm bitter, makes me bitchy. 's nice meeting you. I mean that. Ignore the rest."
"I think it's fait to be cynical, the world is difficult and people like to trivialise it. I'm just glad that Adam has such a wonderful influence in his life, I'm sure he will grow up well." The poor boy had dozed off in his car seat, clinging to his bear, mouth open. It was very cute.
Aziraphale undid his seatbelt and clutched his bag.
"Thank you for the ride, Crowley. And for the entertaining evening. It was a lot nicer than I had expected." And it was good. Good to meet him. Good to be reminded of what he wanted. Good to push himself. To allow himself to feel the guilt and shame. Maybe he could channel it. "I will see you next week for the book."
He smiled and then gently slid himself out of the car, not wanting to wake Adam.
"Get a wiggle on," Crowley said to Aziraphale, after Aziraphale had already closed the car door and walked off. He watched the man, mostly because he was still in thought. And partially just because. "Nice bum."
That was said to no one in particular, just a necessary observation. Then he sighed, glanced back at Adam, decided against putting music on and started driving down the road.
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Aziraphale knew that in this situation, he was obligated to clarify himself. He owed that to Crowley, Crowley didn't owe it to him.
"And all love is good love, is it not? How could love ever be a bad thing?" Aziraphale smiled at Crowley somewhat sadly and then looked out of the window to try and spot his house. "I'm the stop by the white car just ahead. That would be Gabriel's car. Oh... good." He was home. Fantastic.
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Really, Crowley wasn't sure he'd come across much love that was good. Maybe that was one reserved for movies and books. "We'll be by to bring back the book."
He frowned as he looked at Aziraphale, kind of feeling awkward with the many things they had just brushed upon and not voiced. Quite a lot there. "I got no problem with people who have faith. Just. For the record."
He felt it was a bit of a shit deal to be stuck with, however. "Wouldn't help anything, would it, if the faggot's prejudiced against the-- faithful. Gotta break the cycle."
Yeah, delving too deep there. "Sorry, angel. I'm bitter, makes me bitchy. 's nice meeting you. I mean that. Ignore the rest."
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Aziraphale undid his seatbelt and clutched his bag.
"Thank you for the ride, Crowley. And for the entertaining evening. It was a lot nicer than I had expected." And it was good. Good to meet him. Good to be reminded of what he wanted. Good to push himself. To allow himself to feel the guilt and shame. Maybe he could channel it. "I will see you next week for the book."
He smiled and then gently slid himself out of the car, not wanting to wake Adam.
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That was said to no one in particular, just a necessary observation. Then he sighed, glanced back at Adam, decided against putting music on and started driving down the road.