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Hm. Well, this is certainly... Interesting... [The angel mused as he stared at all of the glittering stars.] I never imagined that I would be seeing any of this close up. This can't possibly be a dream, because I know that I didn't go to sleep. But, I can't figure out how on Earth I came to be here.

[Bringing his eyes down from the sparkling heavens, he spotted the Information Desk.] Ah! Just what I was hoping for. Perhaps there will be something there that can tell me where I am. Or how I came to be here. [Walking over to the Information Desk, he spent some time perusing the available texts. After he's read through both (and thoroughly scoffed at Mr. Explosion's guide), he goes back to studying his surroundings.] What a curious place! I think I'll explore a bit before trying to go back. This does seem like the sort of thing that Crowley might like. Though... I wonder if he's already here? It would make sense that they would bring us both here at the same time... I wonder if anyone else has been brought here... [Still musing on this line of thought, Aziraphale wanders off towards the other buildings to see what there is to see.]

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What do you want me to do?

... What I want is irrelevant.

No, it's not...

Crowley, you know more about this place than I do. I'm not going to not talk to you, but I don't want you to get upset by our versions of the world merging.

That's... That's not it...

Angel, I don't want our worlds to merge, certainly. You don't deserve war when you've managed to avoid it. But... You also have a different relationship with your Crowley than I did with my Aziraphale. It... It would break my heart to be near you knowing that...

[Knowing that I can't touch you. Knowing that I can't kiss you. Knowing that I can't hold you in my arms and never let go. You aren't mine no matter how much I want you. You belong to someone else. I need you, but I can't have you.]

But surely... Knowing that it would be coming, we could prepare for it...

And my relationship with Crowley shouldn't get in the way of us speaking. I can't just ignore any of you.

Aziraphale, I... You aren't understanding what I'm trying to say...

[He sighs, looking for all the all the world like his next statement is shattering the remaining fragments of his heart.]

Angel, I'm desperately in love with you. And I've already lost two of you. I can't... It hurts, Zira. I just want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. But you're not mine. I can't have you. No matter how much I need you.

[Well, this was... Not at all something he expected to hear. He stands there silently for the moment, trying to thing of something, anything, to say.]

[Yeah, see? This is what he didn't want to have to deal with. He waits a moment before turning around and starting to head toward the bar without another word.]

Crowley-! [He reaches for the demon's arm as soon as he realizes he's walking away.]

[He stops and turns to look at the angel.] Yeah?

Crowley, I'm not going to leave you.

...

[He sags a bit more than he already had been.]

Angel, don't... Not unless you're prepared to become my lover.

[He's silent again for a moment.]

What... What if I am?

[His brows furrow, studying the angel.]

Really? You're ready for me to take you and make you mine?

[He pins the angel to the nearest wall, leaning in close to nip the corner of his jaw. He's intentionally pressing the angel's buttons. He's trying to either scare him off or find out that he's serious. It's just easier this way, right?]

You want me? You love me?

[Aziraphale is blushing furiously now. But he's not going to run.]

I do love you. [This wasn't a lie. He couldn't not love a Crowley.]

Of course you do. Angels are supposed to love everything.

[He pushes his knee between the angel's legs, his hands sliding down to grip his hips.]

But are you in love with me? Do you want me inside you?

Yes, we are supposed to love everything.

[It didn't even occur to him to stop and think that maybe his feelings were just for his Crowley. Had he done that, he would have realized that his feelings were for all of the Crowleys.]

I am in love with you. And m-maybe I do...

[He pauses, a bit surprised.]

You do?

Yes, I do.

Oh... Well...

[His grip eases up on Aziraphale. He's not quite certain how to react now.]

So... What do we do now?

... Perhaps get very drunk.

...Oh. That sounds like a wonderful plan.

[He nods.]

Come on, Angel.

[He leads him to his room and opens the door. There are... A lot of empty bottles in there. They disappeared with a wave of his hand.]

Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with some wine.

[He frowns slightly at the bottles. Not because he's disgusted, but because he was more than a little concerned.]

Alright. [He sits on the bed, to wait patiently for him to come back.]