"Aziraphale," Crowley replies. His angel, the only one. He can tell him, now, that he loves him. Or maybe he can take him back to the safe place, hold him there, tell him there. Give him a moment where it's just the two of them. There has to be some way to make this moment last longer. Because after everything, don't they deserve this? Didn't they earn this moment together?

"Crowley!"

Crowley has been so wrapped up in his moment with Aziraphale that he didn't even notice that the singing had stopped, that someone had taken the stage, had grabbed the microphone, and was now addressing the crowd. A few people in the audience are startled, a few are even afraid, and with good reason. Crowley turns immediately, putting himself between the speaker and Aziraphale.

Hastur.