Not on purpose didn't rectify the situation, though it consoled him a little.
His mind was ticking away at that now. Perhaps something might be done about that, indeed. But what? It wasn't like he could just call Crowley and ask him to come over. Or send him a post. Ask him to stop by for a luncheon and then just ask him to stay around. Crowley had always just managed to show up when needed, even if not when expected--except that once with the bookshop, but he couldn't be blamed for not being there for that; that was entirely Aziraphale's foolish mistake with the open transportation circle...
Oh. But if anything might work-- No. It was dangerous. And if he made a mistake, he might summon Hell upon this world. And if he succeeded, he would effectively have outed Crowley as a demon to a score of beings with magical powers--far stronger in their magic than Aziraphale and Crowley would be. But. Maybe a teeny spell, if he were really careful? No one had to know. Surely there were wards he could put up, though holy water might be too risky to bring along.
"I appreciate that, dear girl. I will have to consider my options in this. I really do appreciate the offer, but I do not want to enter into anything lightly." Or to brainstorm ideas in the room where their whole purpose is being observed.
Despite himself, Aziraphale felt proud that the friendship was at all worthy of jealousy; certainly no one in Heaven or Hell would appreciate the two feeling belonging in each other's company. Besides, someone should be jealous that he has Crowley. After all, Crowley was truly a good person and a great lot of people had missed out on calling him a friend. Yes, Aziraphale was extremely lucky to have this friendship and he hoped, now that Armageddon was a thing of the immediate past, that he would have many eons to properly appreciate it himself.
"I have faith you'll find someone like that," he said, patting her hand. "You're young, and such a friendship takes time...and Crowley and I have had, if nothing else, a great deal of time. And it's a challenge, learning to allow yourself to BE yourself with someone, and to allow them the room to be that in return. It's all time and acceptance, because it means seeing all the ugly bits of a person along with the good ones, and loving them wholly."
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His mind was ticking away at that now. Perhaps something might be done about that, indeed. But what? It wasn't like he could just call Crowley and ask him to come over. Or send him a post. Ask him to stop by for a luncheon and then just ask him to stay around. Crowley had always just managed to show up when needed, even if not when expected--except that once with the bookshop, but he couldn't be blamed for not being there for that; that was entirely Aziraphale's foolish mistake with the open transportation circle...
Oh. But if anything might work--
No. It was dangerous. And if he made a mistake, he might summon Hell upon this world. And if he succeeded, he would effectively have outed Crowley as a demon to a score of beings with magical powers--far stronger in their magic than Aziraphale and Crowley would be.
But. Maybe a teeny spell, if he were really careful? No one had to know. Surely there were wards he could put up, though holy water might be too risky to bring along.
"I appreciate that, dear girl. I will have to consider my options in this. I really do appreciate the offer, but I do not want to enter into anything lightly." Or to brainstorm ideas in the room where their whole purpose is being observed.
Despite himself, Aziraphale felt proud that the friendship was at all worthy of jealousy; certainly no one in Heaven or Hell would appreciate the two feeling belonging in each other's company. Besides, someone should be jealous that he has Crowley. After all, Crowley was truly a good person and a great lot of people had missed out on calling him a friend. Yes, Aziraphale was extremely lucky to have this friendship and he hoped, now that Armageddon was a thing of the immediate past, that he would have many eons to properly appreciate it himself.
"I have faith you'll find someone like that," he said, patting her hand. "You're young, and such a friendship takes time...and Crowley and I have had, if nothing else, a great deal of time. And it's a challenge, learning to allow yourself to BE yourself with someone, and to allow them the room to be that in return. It's all time and acceptance, because it means seeing all the ugly bits of a person along with the good ones, and loving them wholly."