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*Tonks walks in, more slowly than usual, and walks over to the bar. Her hair, rather than its customary bright hues, is a dull silvery blue. The skin under her right eye is pink, as though it has just regrown, and she is walking a little gingerly.*

Vodka. Double shot.

*When the glass appears, she picks it up, hand shaking slightly, and drifts towards the back row of booths. She doesn't seem to be aware of anything around her.*

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...Stone? Bloody buggering hell. *shakes head* Never mind, not the point.

I don't know what you did to save him, Crowley, but the point is that you did.

Tell that to Door and Tom.

Do I even want to know? No, wait, just tell me. So I'll know why they're giving me dirty looks when they see us together.

Well, you heard about Door and that Joe Dick guy, right? Understandably, Door has... issues about these kinds of things. So when I...

*buries head in hands*

Aziraphale was making... unwelcome advances. On Door and Kassandra. So I did the first thing I could think of. I grabbed Door, and I called him on it. Invited him along to... have some fun, sort of thing.

It snapped him out of it - he'd've gone mad, otherwise. But... Door and Tom don't see it that way.

Tonks, why'm I such a fucking idiot?

*sighs wearily* Ah. That'll do it, I suppose. But y'know, Door might come around yet. Tom, too. Give them a little time. You had to do it, Crowley. And it worked.

*looks 'round to check that no one's withing hearing distance, and leans closer*

Love makes us all fucking idiots, Crowley. Hate to break it to you.

Wasn't... love, Tonks. It was... I dunno. Fear. Desperation. When an angel... See, they can go bad without Falling. And that's worst of all. That's what happened to Islington - the one who killed Door's family. When he went bad...

*looks up at Tonks, eyes full of remembered horror*

When he went bad, he sunk Atlantis. A whole country, gone. That's what could've happened to Aziraphale. I had to stop him. If I hadn't been able to bring him back, I'd've killed him.

*eyes widen, horrified* Killed him? You could never...

*reaches out and takes his hand* But you didn't have to do that. You saved him, and everyone else in the bar, I'd wager. You did the right thing.

Whilst, of course, managing to do it in the worst possible way imaginable.

Did you have another option? Was there another way you could've snapped him out of it?

I don't know, Tonks, that's the thing. I always act on my first instinct. And my first instinct usually works out to be something dementedly stupid.

Well, my first instinct is usually to trip over something, but people still seem to like me.

Listen. The bottom line is that it's done, and you can't change it. But here's the good thing: you've already decided to go after him. Last time I had to push you to do it. That's a definite improvement, in my opinion.

*snorts*

Sorry to disappoint, Tonks, but you've Kassandra to thank for this one. I'll say this for the two of you - you bloody know how to extract a promise.

Well, good on her, then. At least you're smart enough to have friends that keep you in line, eh? *smiles slightly*

Or it could be the 'dementedly stupid' thing kicking in again.

Hey! Watch it, Crowley. *grins a bit more widely*

See? I'm doing it again. Cheering you up by insulting you. If it wasn't physically impossible for a demon, I'd say this was some kind of medical condition.

Yes, well, I'm a bit odd. I don't think you're going to cheer that many other people up with your amazing powers of snark.

It's a gift. A.J. Crowley, snarky bastard extraordinaire.

*she grins at him, but it fades quickly*

Where did he go? Any idea at all?

Not a clue. I'm actually supposed to be keeping an eye out for Constantine; if I had something of the angel's - a lock of hair, or something - I could track him. It's not the best way of finding someone - it leaves a trail, sort of thing, but doesn't show you where they actually are. Hard to explain. Anyway, I'm going to see if I can get Constantine to loan me back the remex he took from Aziraphale.

You'll find him. If anyone can -- besides Himself, I mean -- it'll be you, Crowley.

But I'll miss you, while you're gone.

I'll... miss you too, Tonks. But hopefully I'll be back within this lifetime.

Yours or mine? Cause I'll get awfully bored waiting for...well. Eternity. *grins*

Yours. World's a big place, Tonks, and it's very hard to find an angel if they don't want to be found. Still, magic-users have a fairly long life-span, don't they? I'll probably see you again.

Yeah, we live long lives, as a rule. *looks sadly at him* I wish I could believe you were exaggerating, but...somehow I think there's a possibility you're not.