still not over the fact that Crowley WALKED ACROSS CONSECRATED GROUND, then stood next to a BASIN FULL OF THE THING THAT DESTROYS HIM, in a church he’d just DIVERTED BOMBS TO, so he could stand IN THE EXPLOSION with Aziraphale and trust Aziraphale’s miracle to SPARE THEM EXPLODING TOGETHER, and he trusted it well enough to use his own energy to RESCUE AZIRAPHALE’S BOOKS, which he knew AZIRAPHALE WOULD FORGET TO DO, and he did all that while he was ON THE WAY TO ANOTHER JOB, which he fucked up because he remembered to protect the books but FORGOT TO PROTECT HIS OWN STUFF, and then he spent the rest of the night HELPING AZIRAPHALE LIVE OUT HIS HOMOEROTIC MAGICIAN THEATRICAL DREAMS like he hadn’t just BURNED HIS FEET TO SHIT like dear lord Crowley the power of love is a heckuva drug, isn’t it?
