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    Aziraphale saw him sometimes in all-staff meetings, sitting toward the front but off to the side, lounging against a wall. Even then, he’d had style—wings tipped in gold and face painted with gold flakes in the pattern of the first constellation he designed. He was amazing, and eye-catching, and it was no exaggeration to say that he did not know Aziraphale even existed.

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    “You know, for someone who is such a proponent of fitting in, you seem happy enough to announce what I am to the world,” Aziraphale groused once.

    Crowley lifted an eyebrow. “Is that what you think?”

    “Well, aren’t you?” Aziraphale said, suddenly less certain.

    “When I call you angel, that’s not what humans hear,” Crowley said.

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    Crowley provides umbrella from the rain after the St James' Park row, handkerchiefs with embroidered snakes, and Aziraphale buys a black orchid.
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    “Why did you buy it, anyway?”

    “I just thought—I thought you might like it, that’s all,” Aziraphale said softly.

    He heard Crowley get up behind him. “No hidden messages in the language of flowers, hmm?”

    It honestly hadn’t crossed Aziraphale’s mind, but now that Crowley mentioned it—well. He felt his face warm.

    “I see it and I think of you,” Crowley said, voice low, one cool hand coming to rest on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Fussy, troublesome.”

    Aziraphale made a face.

    And then Crowley touched his cheek gently, as gently as he’d touched the orchid’s petals, as gently as he’d touched Aziraphale’s face an eternity ago. “Worth it,” he said, and Aziraphale’s heart clenched.

    Aziraphale drew in one unsteady breath. “So you’ll be keeping it?”

    “Never in question, angel,” Crowley said, and the moment lingered between them, soft and sweet and actually perfect.

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