-the theatre, 1597-
aziraphale, wiping tears: what did you think?
crowley: …
aziraphale: did you not like it?
crowley, hesitates: weeell…
aziraphale, sighs: what was wrong with this one?
crowley, shrugs: I don’t know. it was all so…depressing. I mean, they were kids, angel
aziraphale, rolls his eyes: it’s romantic
crowley: it’s morbid
aziraphale, shakes his head: yes but it’s about the star crossed lovers. the forbidden love. the tragedy. two feuding families. you wouldn’t understand
crowley: *stares at him*
crowley, incredulous: sorry, did you seriously just say that?
aziraphale, oblivious: yes. so?
crowley, sighs: nothing *takes his arm* come on, let’s get out of here
aziraphale, smiles: yes, I believe I owe you a drink. for coming with me
crowley, nods: several, I should think
aziraphale: it wasn’t that bad
crowley, glares at him: dead kids, angel
aziraphale, agreeing: yes, I see your point









