"Oh!" he says, and looks genuinely surprised. But then - he doesn't know why. Aziraphale would have lovers - and they were lovers, he couldn't stop loving if he tried. But they lasted for five years, ten years, never long enough for them to become suspicious of why he never aged.
So he loved them even though he knew he would outlive them, and so, always made sure he was able to let them go.
He has never been able to let Crowley go, as much as he'd tried to banish him from his innermost thoughts, from the deepest part of his heart. Right now, he doesn't know if he's ready for this conversation.
But he bites his lip and considers that he is not a coward.
"You don't... have to be jealous, Crowley," he says, finally. He takes Crowley's hand, and gives it a squeeze. "Would you... like me to be jealous of George? Because I must say, it would absolutely be no competition, I think, should I have to best him in any contest."
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So he loved them even though he knew he would outlive them, and so, always made sure he was able to let them go.
He has never been able to let Crowley go, as much as he'd tried to banish him from his innermost thoughts, from the deepest part of his heart. Right now, he doesn't know if he's ready for this conversation.
But he bites his lip and considers that he is not a coward.
"You don't... have to be jealous, Crowley," he says, finally. He takes Crowley's hand, and gives it a squeeze. "Would you... like me to be jealous of George? Because I must say, it would absolutely be no competition, I think, should I have to best him in any contest."