"I wasn't thinking about his pants... you were though. I think I don't need to pray, I think God knows how I feel on this subject." Angry, annoyed, frustrated. Honestly, he thought Dallen could use the repenting time. He was the one thinking about Crowley's pants still. Then again, he did remember the first time he saw them too - they were hard to ignore.
"I will pray tomorrow, it's quite late and--and I have work in the morning." He was covering the morning shift, after all, he didn't want to be late for it.
"You also lied to me. You've been lying to me for years. I believe that's worth a late night prayer." And, yes, he was angry. Very much so. He was repressing it as best he could, but it wasn't just going away.
Dallen slowed down as they neared their place, looking for a parking spot. "I want you to forget all about him. And get rid of the ring. Get rid of anything you have from him. It's insulting. We are paired. He is a bad memory, that's all."
"I will get rid of the ring, I already said and I will ... I will talk to God about it all but I never lied. I just didn't explain it, I-- I mean, we both did that in some ways. Yes, I didn't admit that the ring was from him but you didn't warn me last week about the 'courting' and...and remember when you told me we could be ourselves? That wasn't quite true, was it?"
Aziraphale wasn't going to let himself be bullied, he had to argue, he always argued, his family complained about it a lot but it never stopped him. He was a free thinker, it was his burden to carry. "The fact of the matter is... no one is perfect."
"I can't believe that you are comparing my efforts to keep us in the fold, to keep our families happy and to stay good members of the faith with your deceit. Your years of touching me while you wore someone else's ring on your finger. How dare you?!" He didn't like doing this, he really didn't, but before he could stop himself, Dallen punched Aziraphale's side.
He huffed out a breath, then undid his seatbelt. The car was parked. "We will continue this upstairs."
He didn't think Aziraphale had really understood the lesson.
Aziraphale winced and leaned forward, shaking his head in disapproval. "That's hardly good conduct, is it?" It wasn't but it wasn't new, unfortunately. In fact, since they left the mission, it was becoming more frequent. It started off as something that happened with anger, a one off, that turned into what happened when things got bad between them.
And of course it was bad between them. They didn't work. Aziraphale knew that, he just didn't know how to end it. This was the best of both worlds so why wasn't he happy?
He undid his seatbelt and reluctantly got out of the car, following after Dallen uneasily. Well, yes, that was why - he didn't love Dallen. It was that simple. He wasn't in love.
Dallen had taken to being silent again, leading the way and then letting Aziraphale through the door to their apartment first. He closed the door and turned to look at him, disapproval radiating off of him. "Get rid of the ring, now."
He didn't want to waste any time on that. "I'll get ready for bed. Then you can come when you feel ready for your punishment."
"You don't-- you can't. I won't do that. The punishment thing. You speak to me like I'm a child and I'm not. If I did something wrong then just tell me and we can talk. We can argue, we can do all of that but I am not - no." Sometimes, the way Dallen talked, he sounded just like his family. He went from one lot of controlling assholes to another.
"I will get rid of the ring and then we will talk. Like adults."
And with that, Aziraphale stormed off, determined to hide the ring somewhere. He didn't have many good hiding places but there was a loose floorboard in the closet. He just had to crawl under his vacuum cleaner to lodge it open and hide the ring carefully. He was not ever letting Dallen near it.
Once he was done, he dusted himself off and eyed up the bedroom. He missed when they cuddled. He liked cuddles. They were vastly more enticing. "Dallen... it's gone. I promise. It's all over."
"Good." It didn't feel good, he still felt unsettled. Something about all of this had disquieted him severely. It wasn't just going away. He was already sitting on the bed and now he got under the covers, trying to decide the best way of handling this. "I'll drive you to work tomorrow. Then we can make plans."
Because clearly this wasn't how this could go. "I will learn to trust you again."
"I didn't cheat on you, I just wore a ring. It wasn't like that... but I would like if you want to drive me to work. It would be nice." Aziraphale said slowly as he was moving into the room, slowly getting changed into his pyjamas, unsure if he wanted to be in that bed or not. He didn't have any other choice but he didn't fancy it, truth be told.
"Tomorrow will be a better day, Dallen. Reassess with fresh eyes, please. You will feel better." With his clothes neatly folded, Aziraphale sighed as he got onto his knees by the bed and prayed.
God. Why did you make someone who looked that good in pants that tight?
Dallen waited silently as Aziraphale prayed, then he leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. There, he could offer some sign of his willingness to forgive him, at least. "Come to bed. We can see what tomorrow looks like."
And hope that Crowley was just never going to affect them in any way again. "Sleep well, Aziraphale."
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"I will pray tomorrow, it's quite late and--and I have work in the morning." He was covering the morning shift, after all, he didn't want to be late for it.
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Dallen slowed down as they neared their place, looking for a parking spot. "I want you to forget all about him. And get rid of the ring. Get rid of anything you have from him. It's insulting. We are paired. He is a bad memory, that's all."
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Aziraphale wasn't going to let himself be bullied, he had to argue, he always argued, his family complained about it a lot but it never stopped him. He was a free thinker, it was his burden to carry. "The fact of the matter is... no one is perfect."
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He huffed out a breath, then undid his seatbelt. The car was parked. "We will continue this upstairs."
He didn't think Aziraphale had really understood the lesson.
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And of course it was bad between them. They didn't work. Aziraphale knew that, he just didn't know how to end it. This was the best of both worlds so why wasn't he happy?
He undid his seatbelt and reluctantly got out of the car, following after Dallen uneasily. Well, yes, that was why - he didn't love Dallen. It was that simple. He wasn't in love.
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He didn't want to waste any time on that. "I'll get ready for bed. Then you can come when you feel ready for your punishment."
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"I will get rid of the ring and then we will talk. Like adults."
And with that, Aziraphale stormed off, determined to hide the ring somewhere. He didn't have many good hiding places but there was a loose floorboard in the closet. He just had to crawl under his vacuum cleaner to lodge it open and hide the ring carefully. He was not ever letting Dallen near it.
Once he was done, he dusted himself off and eyed up the bedroom. He missed when they cuddled. He liked cuddles. They were vastly more enticing. "Dallen... it's gone. I promise. It's all over."
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Because clearly this wasn't how this could go. "I will learn to trust you again."
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"Tomorrow will be a better day, Dallen. Reassess with fresh eyes, please. You will feel better." With his clothes neatly folded, Aziraphale sighed as he got onto his knees by the bed and prayed.
God. Why did you make someone who looked that good in pants that tight?
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And hope that Crowley was just never going to affect them in any way again. "Sleep well, Aziraphale."