Crowley sat in a chair in Aziraphales bookshop. Dazing off at the crowed street in the window. Aziraphale came to a stop as he checked out the demon. “Are you okay there, Crowley?” He asked with his soft, caring voice. Crowley took a second to respond before giving a small head nod with nothing else. Aziraphale took a breath and walked away, hoping he was actually okay.