We know that God must have them confess after 6000 years and is just like fuck it I’ll let them have this

Anathema: Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Aziraphale.

Crowley: [looking at Aziraphale across the room] I don’t have feelings for him.

Anathema: Crowley, you are nowhere near my eyes.

Crowley: How do you think you’re going to stop me?

Adam: I’ll tell Aziraphale.

Crowley:

Crowley: You sick bastard.

Crowley: So, talk to me, how are we looking?

Aziraphale: Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying but it’s almost effortless.

Crowley: I’m talking about Armageddon, Angel.

Crowley, under his breath: I really want to kiss you.

Aziraphale: Did you say something?

Crowley, panicking: I said if you die I won’t miss you.

Crowley: Someone is after me but I have no idea who could it be.

Aziraphale: Do you have any suspects?

Crowley: It could be anyone.

Aziraphale: I’m sure you can narrow that down, dear. It must be someone you’ve upset…

Crowley:….

Aziraphale: Yeah you’re right, it could be anyone.

Aziraphale: I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone.

Crowley: Mine just says “Crowley no.”

Aziraphale: I want you to apply it to every. possible. situation.

In honour of Sanremo week ending….

Aziraphale: What did you guys do today?

Anathema: Nothing… just saved Crowley from being murdered

Aziraphale: WHAT? HOW?

Anathema: Extreme self control.

Crowley: Can I sit there?

Aziraphale: B-but that’s just my lap…

Crowley: I know what I said

Aziraphale: *kisses Crowley’s forehead*

Crowley: What was that?

Aziraphale:Affection

Crowley:Disgusting

Crowley:

Crowley:

Crowley: Do it again

Adam: You can actually glow?

Aziraphale: Oh yes dear, watch! *starts glowing*

Adam: COOL! Can you do like other colours?

Aziraphale:N-

Crowley: Yes, he can *whispers something in Aziraphale’s ear*

Aziraphale: *turns red*

Crowley, drunk : I LOVE AZIRAPHALE

Crowley: he’s literally an Angel, he’s so handsome……

Aziraphale, blushing: But that-

Crowley: SHHHH don’t tell him

Aziraphale, smiling: that’s okay

Aziraphale: Did it hurt when you fell?

Crowley: From Heaven? Oh, angel I think you got it wron-

Aziraphale: No, when you fell out of the car. I watched you trip over your own feet and just lay there on the floor for six minutes.

Crowley:I-

Aziraphale: I saw that

Anathema: We all saw that

Hello Peter

Crowley: Do you love me?

[silence]

Crowley: ANGEL? ANGEL DO YOU LOVE ME?

Aziraphale: Oh I’m sorry dear I thought you were talking to your plants

Crowley: (to himself) I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

Crowley: Are you in the mood for a quickie?

Aziraphale: *chocking* A WHAT?!

Crowley: Yeah I tried baking some for Adam’s party but they’re kinda burnt…

Aziraphale: OH DEAR LORD YOU MEANT A QUICHE

Anathema: what are we doing today?

Aziraphale: Crowley, I hope

Anathema:

Newton:

Crowley:

Aziraphale: ROWING, I said I hope we’re DOING SOME ROWING

Crowley: Maybe someday, someone will call me “Sir”….

Aziraphale:what-

Crowley: ….. without adding, “you’re making a scene”