I imagine Crowley making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.
Sam Gray
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