who → Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale & Crowley) what → Offering of a Latte where → Aziraphale's apartment when → 18th September, Monday evening. warnings → TBD, likely none other than miscommunications & mutual pining.
Crowley was still rolling around the recent confession of feelings from a certain Angel and he was still at a loss for what to do with the information. He wasn't even sure if demons could love. Not that he'd always been a demon, which in theory might change things. Add to that, he wasn't the average demon because he no longer answered to Hell. Either way, he wasn't sure what to make of that situation. He just hoped that it wouldn't change anything between them in the long run if he just couldn't return the feelings.
BUT: he was not about to bring any of that up. He was just doing something he did for Aziraphale from time to time under ordinary circumstances. At least since they helped to thwart the plans of both Heaven and Hell it had become their ordinary circumstances. He'd seen some people talking about the return of the pumpkin spice and he knew that was something Aziraphale would enjoy, so he bought one. Latte for his friend and six shots of espresso for him. Both of them hot sitting in a cup holder that he was carrying back to the apartment building. They really needed to find a better place to live.
He walked into the building and up to Aziraphale's door. He entered without knocking and the very first thing he did after shutting the door was remove his shades and set them on the nearest flat surface to the door. "Your latte, Angel. Should still be hot." He set the drinks down on the coffee table and immediately settled on the sofa taking up as much space as his slim frame would allow as he sipped his drink.