[The world didn't end.

The world didn't end.

It's a hard truth to swallow when he'd only recently started to make his peace with the fact it was going to end. Crowley is a stubborn thing, clings to hope even when it's stupid to, the way he's been clinging to the hope that Aziraphale might love him for thousands and thousands of years.

But he'd started to lose hope that they could do anything to stop Armageddon, especially once Aziraphale was gone. In a way, it's sort of funny that Armageddon was apparently stopped without their interference. All that planning, all that stress, all for nothing.

He realises he's been quiet for too long, with his head tipped back against the wall, staring at a crack in the glass ceiling.]

S'good. That the Earth's alright.

[That Aziraphale is alright, apparently. And himself, he has to assume, or Aziraphale would've been shocked to see him.]

Sorry I don't — that I don't remember it. Really not sure how long I've been out there, felt like it's been years.

[He thinks I was looking for you, but isn't brave enough to say it.]