He watches Crowley rush off to book the song. Their song. The butterflies in his stomach, previously sated with sake and sushi, begin fluttering in earnest. It reminds him of the moment Crowley said that Aziraphale could stay at his place. The moment that they hit upon the brilliant plan of switching appearances. The moment that they walked off to the Ritz, side-by-side, no longer needing to hide their friendship from their superiors, or one another.
The moment that Crowley saved the books.
Oh. Oh, dear.
As Crowley returns, he tries to control that giddy look of anticipation on his face and mostly succeeds. This is fine, friends sing duets all the time. Perfectly fine. "Yes, brilliant idea," he says in response to the request for more sake and more food. With a wave of his hand, the waiter returns, and their order is promptly filled. Meanwhile, Aziraphale helps himself to the last of their current bottle, willing those stubborn butterflies into submission.
How about however many song necessary for your plan to work? :3
The moment that Crowley saved the books.
Oh. Oh, dear.
As Crowley returns, he tries to control that giddy look of anticipation on his face and mostly succeeds. This is fine, friends sing duets all the time. Perfectly fine. "Yes, brilliant idea," he says in response to the request for more sake and more food. With a wave of his hand, the waiter returns, and their order is promptly filled. Meanwhile, Aziraphale helps himself to the last of their current bottle, willing those stubborn butterflies into submission.