After the apocalypse had been averted, Crowley and Aziraphale sat close together on the warm concrete at the air field, sharing a bottle of a rather fine wine. For a long time they were content to just bask in the other's presence, warm with the knowledge that they had somehow survived, that everyone had survived.
Crowley finished the bottle and stood, stretching slightly before offering Aziraphale a hand. "Lets go home, angel."
Aziraphale stared solemnly off into space. "Home. Yeah."
Crowley paused, and frowned. Why was Aziraphale… that's right. He'd forgotten the bookshop had burned to the ground.
Crowley snatched the angels hand, pulling him up and tugging him along to the car. He tried to be reassuring.
"It's okay, angel. It'll all be okay. I mean, the world isn't ending, right? We can get you a new bookshop, and think of how much…how much fun it'll be, hunting down elusive books." Crowley stopped and looked imploringly at his friend, "Come on, angel. Smile?"
Aziraphale tried not to, he really did, but there was something about the demon that made his will crumble. A small smile graced his face. Crowley beamed and once again headed towards the car.
"You'll help me replace my books, dear?"
"Sure. Why not. We've got an eternity to find them all."
Aziraphale's smile widened, as it always did whenever Crowley reveled that spark of goodness in him. For a moment he quickened his step so he was walking beside the demon, rather than being tugged along after him. Crowley smirked and loosened his grip on the angel's hand. With a slight twist of the wrist, Aziraphale entwined their fingers.
They parted when they reached the car, Aziraphale going around to the passenger side.
Crowley slammed the door and frowned at the new controls. With a look a cassette player appeared. He opened the glove box and pulled out a plastic case, Shostakovich. He popped it in and his fifth symphony started. Crowley froze, and looked at the player in confusion before it dawned on him. He sighed and started to drive. Aziraphale took one look at his friend and leaned over to turn off the player. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Crowley heard something.
"Ooo, you make me live. Whatever this world can give to me, it's you, you're all I see. Ooo you make me live now, honey, ooo, you make me live."
It was soft and slightly off key, and completely perfect.
Crowley grinned. Why worry. They had an eternity after all.