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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale vowed never to drink again as he and Crowley climbed the stairs up to the roof.

"Ugh," he groaned, his feet feeling heavy. "Gluttony. Envy. Lust. Wrath. This has not been a good night for me."

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[fireballdemon]

"You might look on it as a learning experience," Crowley suggested.

He inhaled deeply. "You were...you were jealous?" He said, before he exhaled the breath.

[theangelfell]

"Yes," Aziraphale said shortly, "of course I was jealous. I mean, once I... figured out what that felt like, that is." He slumped against the wall.

[fireballdemon]

"I'm sorry, Angel." Crowley threaded his fingers in Aziraphale's hair. "I didn't mean...I don't even know why I did it. It was...stupid. I shouldn't have..." His eyes closed, then opened and he pushed his glasses up.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale just shook his head miserably. "No, you have nothing to apologize for. I don't have some sort of... you're allowed to do as you wish, Crowley."