[ Their earlier fight suddenly replayed in his mind with crystal clarity. He had almost forgotten. Fell had accused him of 'contrived indiscretions' a remark that had fueled his fury because it had hurt so deeply. It was nothing now, just a healed wound which ached only because he had recalled it. It seemed he could forgive Aziraphale of anything even without being asked. ]

Earlier you thought I was arranging a few hook ups.

[ His arm snaked out, reached around Aziraphale's back to pull the pair of them more snuggly together. It seemed he could as hadn't he also been pardoned. ]

I flirt with people when I play at the bars. You get more tips that way. And I remember what Irene said of me at that failed dinner party... But it's not true. I'm not some fly-by-night only toying with you until I get bored. You're important to me, Aziraphale...

[ The feeling felt oddly right but the words still momentarily caught in his throat as he was fairly certain in all the centuries they must have spent together he had never once said anything like this before. It was overdue really. ]

And I never want to lose you again.