𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Crowley glances away, at the people cheering for the person on stage. Oh, right, karaoke bar. Lots of people around. Not just Aziraphale and Crowley existing on another plane for what felt like hours. And now, his hand is on Aziraphale's face, and he could easily lean in, kiss him again, maybe a little more properly this time. Maybe say a few of the things that need to be said between them.

New music starts up, some song Crowley has never even heard of before, and everyone around them starts dancing again. The happy, crazy dancing from before, what he'd originally wanted to try to get Aziraphale to do.

Maybe now isn't the time for what he wants to say to him. Somewhere more private.

"Should we get out of here?" he suggests. "Coast might be clear."