"Not secret at all there, no." He'd just go there flamingly homo queer, apparently, if the current state of his being was anything to go by. What was happening and why was it happening now and to him? Crowley swallowed and tried to push it back, just covering Aziraphale's hand with his own and smiling vaguely. "Come on, Angel. Let's get you a drink."
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