"It's been a while since I've seen Crawley," Aziraphale said, aiming for nonchalance. Michael turned and raised an eyebrow. Perfectly, of course.
"You can't possibly not have heard."
"Heard what?"
"For goodness' sake, have you been sleeping again? Why do you like that so much?"
"It's comfortable," Aziraphale shifted uncertainly. "Erm, you were saying?"
"You did hear about Lucifer?"
"Yes, of course! What does..." He looked at Michael's smug face. Oh, surely, surely not.
"No surprise there. He was always shifty."
Aziraphale looked past Michael, to the gaping hole that was being rebuilt into a staircase. And his face fell.
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I do feel with Aziraphale, I
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I do feel with Aziraphale, I do, don't get me wrong, but Michael raising an eyebrow is like a whole thing for me and I can't be helped. Thank you for this experience, I am gay.