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[ Crowley feels, very briefly, a touch of loss at the way he's brushed off.

Right. Platonic. Nothing to it. No need to turn it into something it isn't. Different sides. Nothing in common. All that jazz. ]

Yeah, sure, bound to be a big thing.

[ He shoves his hands into his pockets, tells the ache of rejection to shut up and stop being foolish. Time to start walking. Walk off the feeling. ]

Right, sooner we get this done sooner you can start feeling better about it all! C'mon then.

[ Crowley begins walking at a brisk pace, glancing back to make sure Aziraphale is following. Walk it off! That's all he needs to do. ]