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*saunters in nonchalantly; there is a swagger to his walk that wasn't there before*

*collects bottle of wine from servete spell*

*lounges at a table with his feet propped on another chair*

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Look who's talking NOW, Mr. 'Don't Blame Your Actions On Ineffability'! And I don't think you're in any fucking position to lecture me on blind faith!

At least I have blind faith in something trustworthy!

Are you sure you're on the right side?

At least I've chosen a side. Look at you, you stupid moron. You puff on and on about blind faith in Him, but you won't even do your duty, and you've spent Go ~~Sata~~ whoever knows how many evenings with me doing nothing but doubting -

...

uh.

*looks at Gabriel*

Shit.

What is this if not my duty?

It's like I was thrown into a sinking ship and merely told to save everyone I can. Everyone I can.

And if I spend... I wanted...

*eyes flicker toward Gabriel and Bartleby*

I am doing my duty.

Angel. Oh, angel. Are you trying to save me?

*laughs long and loud, because demons can't cry*

*looks miserable*

I... I can't help it. I'm sorry.

Angel... what are we going to do?

[OOC all comments between these two are now shielded]

What can we do?

*looks despairing*

I want to forget it. I want to go back to where we were.

*smiles wanly*

That's not going to happen, is it?

Right now, I really, really fucking wish it could.

Angel, I'm an idiot.

*sits down heavily on floor, buries head in hands*

*shifts his weight uncomfortably, then sits down a little way away from Crowley*

Well I'm not debating that.

*hesitantly reaches out, places his hand on Crowley's shoulder*

*sighs, fists hands in hair*

The Boss - he told me that the, you know, Arrangement, was against the rules. We'd pushed so far already, and, well. I was scared.

...

Oh.

I...

Oh dear...

*absentmindedly strokes Crowley's shoulder as he thinks, pale fingers sliding against black feathers*

Do you know that he wasn't... well, lying?

*freezes for a moment, before hurriedly scooting away from Aziraphale*

Angel, please.

I... I don't think so, no. I mean, he sounded too angry to be lying. And why would he bother? He doesn't usually mess around like that unless it's of specific benefit to him.

I... freaked out, angel. I mean... four thousand years. What if the next day was one too many?

Maybe he wanted to see you hurting. Maybe he likes that kind of thing.

*exasperastedly* Four thousand years is a comfort! You don't think we couldn't have been dealt with in a second if Himself had wanted? You don't think he didn't know? Especially after the almost-Apocolypse, and everything. Really Crowley, you are infuriating at times.

::Door looks bewildered when she realizes she can't hear anymore::

[OOC: Psst... she hasn't done anything yet.]

[OOC: Oh. Oops. Well, Door looks bewildered after Gabriel does something]

[Gabriel sighs and takes a seat at a table about halfway across the room.]

[[OOC sorry! BELATED NOD OVER HEAH!]]

[OOC: It's fine, it's fine! You and Crowley just keep breaking my heart up there!]

*sees Crowley collapse onto the floor and grasps for Door's hand*

[Gabriel, from wherever she is, starts watching more carefully but doesn't move yet.]

[And, ever so carefully, relaxes when Crowley doesn't explode at Aziraphale's touch.

::Door gives Tonks a sympathetic squeeze before heading off with Tom::

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