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Aziraphale put his arms around Crowley, his head in the crook of the demon’s shoulder. “The stars are so bright out here. Away from the city lights, it seems that the whole night sky is lit up and the faint band of the Milky Way stretches infinitely across the sky. If the ship wasn’t so bright itself, they’d be even brighter.”

“Like an endless number of little fires burning,” Crowley sighed. “Even though up close they’re so massive. But from far away they look like nothing, like I could just gather up handfuls of them like sand on a beach.”

“Don’t do that, you’d get in trouble,” Aziraphale chuckled. “It was a lot of trouble putting them up there. They’d certainly be upset Upstairs if you started collecting them.”

“Handfuls of glittering gems, but none near as bright as you,” Crowley whispered.

“Huh?” Aziraphale looked up, but the stiff icy wind had stolen Crowley’s words, tearing them from his lips to tatters that disappeared into the whistling gale.

“It’s nothing, angel. Getting cold now, best get back. Let’s lie down again together and warm up properly, but this time the other way. You know,” Crowley gestured. “With me like this and you like that.”

“Yes, of course,” Aziraphale smiled.