"You can still post photos on your forum," he replies. "Sorry, that's a bit old-fashioned. Your bulletin board." The smile he gives Crowley is just so innocent. "But after this," he says, and stays by his side while he cleans up.
If it helps, Aziraphale doesn't think this is embarrassing in the least, one because it's Crowley, who just helped him save the world, and two because he owes Crowley a few saves. And it isn't just about goodness, he wants to say, because he cares for Crowley. So much, and he's spent all these years denying it. And at the end of the Earth, when Heaven and Hell knew already, he hardly thinks it matters anymore to hide it.
And yet, something about him is still hiding in the shadows, refusing to make itself known.
For all that they've done, he feels a bit cowardly.
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If it helps, Aziraphale doesn't think this is embarrassing in the least, one because it's Crowley, who just helped him save the world, and two because he owes Crowley a few saves. And it isn't just about goodness, he wants to say, because he cares for Crowley. So much, and he's spent all these years denying it. And at the end of the Earth, when Heaven and Hell knew already, he hardly thinks it matters anymore to hide it.
And yet, something about him is still hiding in the shadows, refusing to make itself known.
For all that they've done, he feels a bit cowardly.