Aziraphale pushed the bookshop door with his shoulder to open it, a bag in his hand, and a cup of coffee in the other, and was ready to leave when he stepped outside to the street and saw him.
Crawley was sitting on the sidewalk next to the bookshop entry, his eyes covered with those damned sunglasses, his hands resting on his knees and no emotion was shown on his face.
Aziraphale's heart literally skipped a bit.
"Crawley?"
The demon didn't even turn his head. He just kept sitting there, on the ground, staring forward without making any movement.
Aziraphale put the coffee and the bag aside, and stood in front of his friend.
His friend.
They're friends. That's what they are. And friends help each other, right?
He held out his hands, as if he was asking Crowley to accept his offer of help, and Crowley took his hands and got up from the sidewalk.
The angel slowly dragged his friend into the book shop, one hand still holding his, and the other opened the door, and all this time Crowley just abided without any complaint, his head tilted a bit down, looking at their hands holding each other.
"Wait, I'm going to make you some tea, please sit here for a second", Aziraphale pointed at a chair in front of the bookshop entry, next to a table with a bunch of books on it, and as he let go of Crowley's hand the demon almost tried reach it back, but held himself back from doing so. He looked at the angel making him tea, and slowly sat on the chair, leaned his back and put his head in a way that it touched the chair back, but could still look at Aziraphale's movement.
His white coat waved behind him as he rushed to Crowley, giving him a cup full of tea, and a smile on his face. Not a happy smile, but an uncontrollable smile. He was just so relieved to see him.
"Ok, so, there's something I need to do and I think this is the right moment, so..."
Aziraphale straighten his coat and ran his hand through his white short hair, and then rubbed his throat, and opened his mouth, moving his hands and body according to the dance:
"You were right,
You were right,
I was wrong,
You were right"
He finished with a big smile, looking at Crowley's face to see one too, but the demon kept sitting there, his body looking like it had no strength in it, no emotion shown on his face.
And then suddenly, a single tear dropped out of his right eye, making its way from the bottom of the sunglasses like it was trying to escape, all the way on his cheek, and falling from his face on his black shirt.
Aziraphale just stood there, his heart beating like crazy, his thoughts racing in his head.
He did this.
That's his fault.
He made his friend cry.
He made HIM cry.
He couldn't understand why, but it felt like his legs could not hold him anymore. He fell on his knees, sitting on his heels, putting himself a bit lower than Crowley, his hands on his thighs, his whole body in a position of submission.
"Crowley, I am so, so sorry."
He looked into Crowley's eyes, into his sunglasses, wishing he could take them off so he could see his yellow devil eyes. His yellow devil beautiful, gorgeous eyes.
"Please say something", he begged.
Crowley stared at him, his head still lying back, and then he opened his mouth to speak, but the voice that came out wasn't his usual voice, but a broken, cracked voice that could not hold a full sentence.
"You broke my heart, angel", he whispered, and the tears started rolling out of his eyes with no control.
Aziraphale felt like he was dying. He wished this was all just a joke. He wished Crowley would suddenly stand up and laugh at him, laugh at him for believing he was so heart broken.
But Crowley kept sitting there, with his loose body and dark clothes, and those damned sunglasses covering his crying eyes.
And that was the moment Aziraphale just couldn't stand it anymore.
He leaned forward, still on his knees but now most of his body was so much closer to Crowley's, he placed a hand on Crowley's tight, closed his eyes, and kissed him.
It felt like eternity. He wanted to stay like this forever. And in their case, it was somewhat possible, which made it just so much worse.
How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? He tasted Crowley's lips and wasn't surprised to learn it was his favorite taste. He missed it so much since… since that kiss.
And then Crowley's hand found its place on Aziraphale's face, the demon's fingers getting lost in that beautiful white hair, and they stayed like that until there was no air in their lungs, and they had to fall apart.
Aziraphale felt his own cheeks wet from Crowley's tears, and Crowley's leg recoiled from his touch, but his focus was entirely given to Crowley's face, waiting for something, anything, a word, a movement, a sign for some emotion, but the demon could barely reply.
Aziraphale raised his hand, lying his fingers slowly and gently on Crowley's sunglasses, and took them off from the demon's face.
Finally,
He could see those damned eyes.