...And Here We Are

"A few weeks, you said."

Aziraphale coughed. "Well-"

"Months, at most."

"It's only April."

"April the next year," Crowley spat. He was looking rather more demonic than usual these days. Aziraphale almost wished he had not let himself be persuaded into forcing his ancient computer to run Zoom.

"You can't blame my side," Aziraphale bristled, "it'd be over by now if your side-."

"What; stopped being demons?"

"I see your point." It was harder on Crowley, who seemed to take every virus-related death personally. A man of action, trapped in inaction. "At least..."

"What?"

"We have one another."

Crowley grunted.