It had been just like the last time. Him and Anthony. Alone. Well. Alone-ish. The booth in that bar two years ago wasn't entirely what one would call 'alone', but it was alone enough. Anyway. Him and Anthony. Alone. A bottle of wine split between them. It had been dark. The only light between them had been the flickering of a candle. Anthony had leaned in close, then, but so had he. Back then, he couldn't help the feeling that something was off. Something was wrong. They had both been intoxicated. To make a move would have been taking advantage. He had done the right thing, then. He'd gotten up, paid the tab and went home.

And then there had been two years of radio silence.

He frowned as his pen scribbled across the page of his journal, rubbing his free hand over his face. He was sitting comfortably on his bed in his comfortable flannel pajamas, but he felt everything but comfortable. Had it really been the right thing to do, though? To leave Anthony alone in his obviously troubled state? To not lean in and close the gap? After all, this had been the second time it happened. Clearly some part of Anthony wanted it.

God knew he wanted it.

He wanted to work together with Anthony, because with him, he felt invincible. Wanted to settle down with Anthony ever since he showed up at the park just outside his bookshop with little Anathema on his arm, and again with little Adam in his stroller. He wanted to bury his fingers in Anthony's hair, take those silly sunglasses off his face, look deeply into his amber eyes and kiss him until he was breathless.

If only Anthony wanted the same.

Ezra snapped the journal shut and shoved it under his pillow, wrapped himself up in his blanket. He curled up into a tight ball and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes of sleep washing over him.

Tomorrow, everything would be better.

Ezra had slumped down the stairs and into the shop early in the morning the next day. He hadn't slept well. He had barely slept at all. He'd been too worried about Adam and Anthony. And, perhaps, worried about Anthony in more than one way. The red light of the dawn the bookshop bathed in seemed to set it aflame. He rubbed his eyes and made a beeline for the magazine section he kept on the ground floor of the shop.

'10 signs that he's into you,' the cover of the magazine he was reaching for read. Was he really desperate enough to ask advice from a teen magazine? Well, as it was, yes. Ezra didn't have that many friends, and the internet was something he wasn't quite ready to explore just yet. Besides, there was nothing wrong with just checking, right?

He took a seat behind the counter of the shop and leafed through to the article. Alright, top of the list.

1. He reaches out first.

Well, that had been correct, wasn't it? Anthony had needed his help with Adam, so that made sense. Though, it hadn't been for himself, right? It had been for Adam's sake. Ezra decided it didn't count. For now.

2. He always seems happy around you.

That wasn't quite right either. Whenever Anthony was around his nowadays he seemed… nervous, sometimes. Grumpy, other times, but even more reserved. And then there was whatever the heck yesterday was.

The bell over the bookshop's door jingled.

"W-we're closed!" Ezra stammered as he rushed to hide the magazine behind the counter.

"Ezra! Is that any way to greet a potential customer?" the man entering the shop said with a jolly tone in his voice.

"Gabriel!" The magazine flopped to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," Gabriel started as he made his way up to the counter. "I was going to meet up with a contact at a major publisher to discuss your book over a bagel and a cup of coffee, but I realized I left my copy of your first draft at home. So, since I was in the area anyway, I figured I'd swing by and ask if I can borrow your copy, maybe?"

Ezra squinted up at the impossibly tall American man, but got up and made his way up to his apartment nonetheless.

"Nice place you got here." Gabriel noted flatly. "Real quaint." Footsteps echoed across the empty shop, up to the apartment above where Ezra searched for his first draft, as his agent went behind the counter.

"Thanks," Ezra said with a flatness to his tone to rival Gabriel's.

"Oh, what's this? '10 signs that he's into you'?"

Ezra nearly dropped his draft once he had it. "It's nothing!" he called nervously down the stairs, before making his way back to the ground floor.

"Well, unless you suddenly hired yourself a cashier, I'd guess you were the one reading this garbage. Or are you about to tell me there's some kind of top-grade journalism going into the production of a glossy teen magazine?"

"Surely, a lot more work goes into producing a glossy teen magazine than either of us think, but I swear, it's nothing." Ezra said as he snatched the magazine from Gabriel's fingers and quickly replaced it with his first draft.

"If you say so, buddy," Gabriel patted Ezra's head before making his way back to the door.

So patronizing. He ought to say something. "Gabriel!" he called. But when the man turned around to face him, all traces of fierceness left the author. Ezra painfully remembered that he needed his help. "There's something I need to ask you."

The man rolled up the stack of paper, stuck it under his arm and folded his arms over each other. "If you're going to invite me on a date, I'm sorry, but I don't do that kind of thing with clients. Of either sex."

"That's not what I— Look, I just wanted to ask you if maybe I could pick the artist for the cover for the book. I have this friend who's a fantastic painter, and he already said he'd be interested."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "First, let me try to get through to the publisher, then we'll talk artists."

"Oh, alright then…" Ezra stammered. "I just thought it might be nice since he's a direct descendant Agnes'."

A single eyebrow raised on the tall man's face.

"The witch the book is about. His niece actually gave me a treasure trove of information I can use to make the book more accurate."

"You know what, Ezra. I'll see what I can do for you," Gabriel said with a chuckle, turning to leave again. "Oh, and a quick word of advice: if the guy you think is into you won't take the initiative, maybe you should give it a shot. Pining is all fun and games in romance novels, but in real life, it's painful to watch."

The bell over the bookshop's door jingled as it clicked shut and Gabriel started on his way.

Pining? He wasn't pining. Ezra Fell hadn't pined for anyone since secondary school, had he? He and Anthony simply felt comfortable with one another when their lives happened to slot together, except for maybe last night, but it wasn't like he had felt any unbearable heartache whenever they had to go their separate ways. Not for the first month of Anthony's avoiding him last time, anyway. After that, Ezra would be lying if he said a deep dread didn't settle in him that he, perhaps, had done the wrong thing. That he had hurt his friend. That they would never talk again.

And yet, when he'd met him and Adam in the park the other day, they talked like nothing ever happened. Perhaps he was overthinking this.

But perhaps not.

Ezra picked the magazine back up and sat back at his seat behind the counter as he continued reading the article.

3. He cares about your needs.

Ezra glanced up from the magazine when his phone buzzed. It would be one of those days, wouldn't it? The saying might go 'no rest for the wicked', but there was rarely any peace for the virtuous either. Though, everything disappeared when he read the message on the black and white screen of his cell phone.

"Sorry I was an ass yesterday.
At the bakery for a peace offering.
Will see you soon.
-C"

Well… That was alright, then.

Three words. Belgian, chocolate, croissants.

"You like it?" Anthony asked him while fed Adam, sitting in the windowsill he'd claimed as his own since Saturday. Perhaps Ezra would keep it cleared of all the books, if Anthony would still like to visit once Adam's mums were back.

"Are you out of your mind? These are fantastic! Are you sure you don't want any?"

Anthony shrugged. "I had breakfast before I left."

"Well, your loss. They are splendid," Ezra said as he ate another. He swore he saw Anthony smile at him, warm and gentle. But then again, it might have been directed towards Adam.

"That's good," Anthony said. "Wouldn't be much of a peace offering otherwise."

"Last I checked, we weren't at war."

"Last I checked, I was a complete ass to you yesterday and you deserved better."

"It's alright, dear. We all have those days," Ezra smiled.

A shade of pink tinged the other man's cheeks as he glanced away.

It made Ezra's heart leap, and he made a mental note of it to describe it in detail in his journal tonight. He briefly wondered if Anthony had any idea how captivating he was. If he knew how endearing he was.

"And…" he spoke again. "I'm also sorry about that night two years ago."

"What?"

"I was just… pissed out of my mind. I shouldn't have gone in to kiss you…" and Ezra had been sure Anthony would have gone on, had Adam not struggled around in his lap. "What's up, little guy? Are you full already?"

"I think he wants you to put him down," Ezra suggested.

Crowley gave him a look, but soon cracked a smile.

Ezra rolled his eyes. "On the floor, Anthony dear."

"Are you sure? He's been fine with me holding him so far."

"Just, trust me. There's nothing dangerous he can get up to in the shop."

Anthony seemed to think this over as his brows furrowed behind the rims of his sunglasses, but eventually set Adam down on the floor and vigilantly watched the baby as he crawled off.

"You've gotten attached, haven't you?" Ezra asked, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand.

"It's not like he's making it very difficult," Anthony shrugged, still glancing in the direction Adam crawled in. "And I do like children, you know?"

Ezra knew the man must have liked children on some level, of course. He wouldn't have had the presence he'd had in his niece's life if he hadn't. All that theatre Anthony put on to be the cool, tough guy, and yet, he was a big softie.

As the sun started to reach its apex and no longer hid behind the trees in the park outside the shop, its warm rays crashed through the window of the storefront, where Anthony was sitting in the windowsill. The sunlight caught behind his sunglasses, putting his eyes on display for Ezra, and bathed the bespectacled man in an almost ethereal aura. A smile spread across Ezra's face as he gazed deeply into those amber pools.

"I think your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever had the pleasure of looking at. It's a shame you hide them behind those sunglasses all the time."

Anthony blushed a deep red and glanced away, and Ezra realized that he hadn't just thought that to himself.

"I-I'm sorry!" he stammered. His face lit on fire like a matchstick struck at lightspeed. "I didn't mean to say that, I just…"

A grumble escaped Anthony. Something along the lines of "you could have just asked me," but against all odds, the man had taken off his sunglasses and tucked them into the inner pocket of his jacket.

Granted, it hadn't been the finest move on his part, Ezra thought as he scribbled in his journal that night, but it had been so worth it, to watch his eyes sparkle, his eyebrows knitting together, his mouth gaping, his cheeks growing the most beautiful shade of red…

And he had stayed. They had had lunch and dinner together, Anthony's treat, as well. They had talked about their respective jobs and crafts and everything and nothing. Anthony had actually managed to relax after letting Adam go and his sunglasses hadn't rested on his nose again until he went home for the night.

Perhaps he would contact Anathema on the matter. But that would have to wait until the next morning. For now, he shoved his journal under his pillow and went to sleep.