"Crowley, please, you must sit. You are far too drunk for this." Aziraphale came forward on instinct, seeing how his former lover swayed. He looked so hurt and pained, he hated that so much. He held onto his arm and tugged him gently towards the nearest seat, worried he would fall otherwise. Once Crowley was sitting, Aziraphale dropped into a perch and looked up at Crowley.

Then he put his hands on his legs, trying to keep himself balanced. "Do you want some coffee? It would help..." He didn't know how to tell Crowley that he was worth a million Dallens but he felt it couldn't help, could it? It was all too late.