Also while I’m careering high on this stream of thought, I can’t help but feel like the show missed a treat by not including Pepper’s little sister (I mean I get why they didn’t) but for those of you unaware Pepper has a little adorable sister who is absolutely fearless and wants to be a witch, and can you just imagine a little 6 year old girl described as being “a gold haired football” looking up at Aziraphale and Crowley with her thumb in her mouth (which Pepper hates because she only does it to look cute when people are looking) and all the adults are making polite chit chat like “sorry where was it you said you were from again…“ (because you can’t tell me either Az or Crowley wouldn’t check in on Adam from time to time by supplanting themselves into village as “friends of so and so, oh you know, Tish from bridge night, or was it Steven…anyway…”, you just plain can’t) and Pepper’s little sister with the wide eye and loud innocence of little children everywhere under the age of ten just pipes up, “Are you married?”
And there’s a bit of an awkward pause cause well, everyone’s wondering but you’re not just supposed to blurt it out and assume so all the adults are doing that high nervous laugh adults do when Kids Say Things and Aziraphale who likes to think he’s good with children looks down at this little inquisitive cherub face, bending at the waist to lean on his knees and says cheerfully, “And what’s your name little one?”
“Éowyn, what a pretty name.”
“Are you married?” which is the moment when the girls mother can be heard hissing Wynnie in a soft fierce whisper and Aziraphale finds himself compelled to answer honeslty under the scrutiny of her six year old stare.
Which is when Crowley, who is actually good with kids crouches down and says “Just haven’t had the time for it yet,” which would be so laughable if it wasn’t also so soul rendingly true. And then because he knows how children work adds, “There were some people who didn’t like us being friends very much, but that’s over with now.”
“Hear hear,” Mr. Young interjects, cause he feels like someone ought to, and well Adam’s sitting right there and you never know. He’d hate for his boy to every worry…
“Quite right,” Mrs. Young echoes, passing round another plate of jammy dodgers, two of which Crowley manages to snaffle without anyone seeing, one for him and one for Wynnie, who rips the biscuit apart with practiced efficiency and eats the jam filling first. The same way Crowley likes to.
“Dunno,” Crowley admits honestly, giving the angel a sideways glance as he stands up, forced to drag Wynnie with him, the six year old having decided to adopt the tall leggy man, and wrap her sticky arms around his neck. It’s disgusting but he’s dealt with worse. “Haven’t really thought about it, perhaps we should.”
“Well…” Aziraphale flushes, not sure why they’re having this discussion in public but suspecting somehow that Crowley orchestrated it. “I don’t think we need to be hasty…”
And Crowley can’t help but laugh at that.
It’s only later, after the events of the day have settled and he’s had time to think about it, that Aziraphale brings it up again while they’re sitting at the bus stop. In hindsight, they should have brought the Bentley, but really they’re just enjoying sitting beside each other out in the open. They’ve spent so long hiding, it’s nice to simply be.
“Did you really mean that…”
“Back there, with all the humans…about…getting married.” He says it in a whisper, as though he’s afraid who will hear.
“Dunno really,” Crowley says after a while, carefully nonchalant. “Seems like the human thing to do.”
“No, but we like human things. Perhaps we’d like that too.”
They’re silent again for a time, long enough for the first few stars to come out from behind the clouds, and then Aziraphale brightens, “We could have a cake.”
“We could have a cake,” Crowley agrees levelly, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “We could even eat it too.”
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