"Aziraphale. I think it is best you leave the room for a few minutes." Crowley moaned in frustration and pain. "Ah, why?" Aziraphale asked. "I am about to say some words an angel like yourself should not hear." Crowley grimaced. "Crowley, I have known you for 6000 years. There is not a single word that can come out of your mouth that would shock me." Aziraphale stated. "Wanna bet?" Crowley glanced at the angel. "Er, I will pop in across the street to get us some coffee. I will be back when you are done." Aziraphale got up to go to Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. The moment he shut the door he heard a string of curse words from every language known to man. "Oh wow, he was right. I don't think I have ever heard some of those from him." Aziraphale sighed and went to the coffee shop.
Once in the shop he made his way up to the counter. "Good day Nina. I would like my usual to go, and a cup of" - "I see you came back huh? You have allot of nerve after the way you left things," Nina interrupted, making his usual drink. "Ah?" Aziraphale questioned. "That friend of yours. Took him who knows how many years to finally tell you how he actually felt. And you left. He looked, crushed. Poor thing." Nina said handing him his cup.
"Ah yes. I feel terrible about that. I, well. Crowley is at my shop right now, saying every swear word, in every language known to man actually. And, I would like to buy him a cup of his espresso. Six shots, nothing else." Aziraphale said softly, feeling even worse now. Nina raised an eyebrow. Quickly making the espresso. "Thank you, Nina." He said, paying for the drinks and leaving. Once back he heard the screaming and cursing was finally over with. "Crowley, I am back." He said, entering the room with the drinks.
Crowly looked at him, and took the drink. "Err, thanks.." He muttered drinking his espresso. "Is the pain still there?" Aziraphale asked softly. Crowley nodded slightly. "Just a bit. I can handle it." He replied. "Not as bad as the time I entered that church to save you." He added, making Aziraphale frown. "I, am sorry." He said looking down. "Sorry, sorry for what? You are an angel I have said it before. Not like you can do any wrong. You simply chose Heaven over a demon. Perfectly normal, perfectly good thing to do." Crowley stated, finishing his drink.
"In the end, what I did hurt you." Aziraphale said, looking at the demon. Crowley shrugged. "Not really your fault. I was the idiot who went to a Church while drunk. Though how did you find me so quickly?" He looked at the angel curious. "I went to your flat to see you, and you were not there. While looking around I saw the map with the Church circled. So figured to see if that is where you were." Aziraphale explained. "Map, what map?" Crowley tilted his head.
Aziraphale showed him the map he took from Crowley's flat. "Err, angel. I have never seen this map in my entire fucking life." Crowley stated. "But, it, it was at your place. And, it, is the reason I found you." Aziraphale stuttered, confused. "Well, it was not my doing. I do not know where this came from. But it is not mine." Crowley sighed. "Well, then whose is it?" Aziraphale set it down. "Are you saying someone broke in, left this map there, this map that just happened to be what led me to you?" He added. Crowley shrugged. "Hell if I know."