A/n; This is my first time writing for these two, be gentle lol. Hope you enjoy x

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"Yes?" came a sleepy groan.

"Ah, hello. It's me."

"I know it's you Aziraphale . Do we always have to have this same conversation at the start of every phone call?"

"Uh well. I suppose not. How would you like them to start?"

"With you getting to the point?" Crowley sighed.

"Oh my, someone has woken up on the wrong side of the bed."

"What do you want, angel?"

AIraphale could almost hear Crowley's eye roll. "I just thought I'd check in. Last time we spoke you said you were going to sleep until July."

"Is it July already?"

"Yes I'm rather afraid it is."

"Is all this virus lockdown bollocks over with?"

"Not quite unfortunately."

"Eugh. Right. Fill me in. What have I missed?" the demon sighed again.

"Oh well a great many things. Obviously we've had the usual; people not listening to rules. Arguments and demonstrations over masks. We've had organised protests and riots in America. Protests here too. Statues being torn down. Raves in parks. Honestly it's like the world has gone mad this year. Add all of that to the fires and earthquakes…. well it's almost as if Armageddon is trying to muscle in again."

"Sounds like the humans have done a good enough job to not need me at the moment," Crowley said, stifling a yawn.

"Well quite."

"Maybe I'll just reset my alarm for November and go back to sleep, seeing as nothing has changed for the better."

"Well there is one slight change."

"Mmm?"

"Um, people who live alone can form a support bubble with another household. They can visit and keep each other company."

"Right?"

"Well. I was thinking. We both live alone. Perhaps we could… be each other's bubble?"

"I thought you were happy on your own, catching up on your reading and ...baking" Crowley said sarcastically.

"Oh I am. Only…."

"Only?"

"Oh alright I'm bored!"

"What?!"

"I'm bored and…. well I thought you might like to...I mean if you've got nothing better to do...slither over with some wine?"

There was silence on the other end.

"I mean it was your idea in the first place and now it's not against the rules…..Crowley? Are you still there?"

"No," Crowley's voice came from behind him making the angel jump and spin round.

"Oh you…. sneaky…. snake." He noted the relief and joy that he felt seeing his friend back in his book shop. Like a missing piece of his puzzle.

The demon grinned. "So this 'bubble'. What does it involve?"

"Good wine, good cake and good company for starters," Aziraphale smiled with a shrug.

Crowley nodded. "You've twisted my arm." He flopped down on the sofa, making himself at home. And he was home really. He liked the bookshop although he'd never admit it. It was welcoming and warm, like it's owner, the faint smell of coconut and fresh linen occasionally reached him mixed with the unmistakable smell of books. It smelt like Aziraphale and he liked It. "What changed your mind?"

"I told you, I'm bored," the principality insisted.

"Angel, you've been on your own before. You've got hundreds, nay thousands of books. You can't have read them all."

"No, I haven't but, well the thing is. I might have missed you."

"You what?!"

"I missed you! I've grown accustomed to having you lazing around the shop."

Crowley huffed a small laugh and removed his glasses, dropping them on a table before pouring two glasses of wine. Passing one to Aziraphale he smiled gently. "Missed you too angel. Well I would have if I'd been awake," his smile stretched into a grin.

Aziraphale could help but grin in reply. "Welcome back dear boy."