uuuughghghg, BABES!
Did... did we just forget this entire exchange?
Crowley coaxes Aziraphale over to the tentative beginnings of being consciously on "their own side" by confronting him with all he stands to lose, all the wonders of this world that Heaven refused to welcome.
and now here he is again, pointing up to the heavens, adding one more thing to that list. There is no music that brings you joy, no charming little restaurants where they know you... no nightingales. And isn't that such a tragic hail Mary? To lay oneself bare like that, to hope of all hopes that you are beloved enough to say "I am not in heaven, I am not allowed to love you there." and have it be enough?
When I first watched this scene, the possibility of Crowley saying "our love is over" here never even occurred to me, and I still don't think that's what's happening, not even for a second. But...
Aziraphale sure does.
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