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Crowley points up as he answers his own question. "That's the point, no nightingales. You idiot. We could have been - us," he says, disbelieving.
Aziraphale looks stunned and hurt, turns away to cry. Crowley walks up to him, grabs his lapels to pull him in and kisses him. Aziraphale, surprised, gasps, closes his eyes into the kiss, embraces Crowley for a moment. Crowley lets go.
Aziraphale steps backward, breathes hard, looks momentarily sideways, as if to check the window, '...again,' he half says, looking teary.
Knows they can't. Not now. Not like this. He steels himself. "I forgive you."
Crowley sighs, walks away.
"Don't bother."
'No,' Aziraphale whispers, watching him go. His heart breaks.
Door bell rings out.
Aziraphale tries to rein in his emotions, touches his lips, shaking. Blinks away tears.












