You and Crowley had known each other for more centuries than you were really able to count. It wasn’t long after he met Aziraphale that he first met you so approximately six thousand years… or something like that? It wasn’t like you’d been tied to the hip throughout that time but you’d definitely gotten emotionally close. He cared for you — the demon truly cared for you whether he’d ever admit it or not… most likely not.

Although, you’d had an argument not long ago so when you saw him walking up the streets of London towards you, his expression was panicked and almost hurt. His Bentley had been parked on the corner and he’d quickly caught up to you with long strides.

“I’m sorry, I apologise,” He said in a rushed voice, “Whatever I said, I don’t mean it.” There was a short second of quiet between the two of you before he rapidly got impatient with waiting to your response. “Work with me, I’m apologising here! Yes? Good?” He gestured to the Bentley, “Get in the car.”