"Yours," Crowley says at once. "It's closer." Which is true, but also it feels more theirs than his place does. Aziraphale's been to his flat a few times, but the bookshop is where they spend evenings drinking and talking and enjoying each other's company. The bookshop is where they gravitate to. Or maybe it's just that the bookshop is where Aziraphale always is, and it's always Aziraphale that Crowley gravitates to...

No need for gravity now, with Aziraphale by his side like a magnet, arm in arm and both of them stumbling along being a little too drunk. "I liked that place," he says, a little belatedly. "Good sushi. Want to go back next week? I need to terrorize the emcee s'more."