“Right,” said Crowley with a suitably outraged eye. “Well, maybe if you didn’t insisted on pushing me away from the beginning before things reached their breaching point I wouldn’t have been so bloody insistent...”

The demon trailed off, not really quite sure what else to say. A place to be would be helpful, a place to stay. Like his apartment-he barely used it, but it was his apartment- in London or Aziraphale's books store.

Crowley sighed in the most exasperated fashion he could manage.

“I’m fond of you too.”