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— day two
Crowley didn't think too much about the previous night, the man and the brothel. His days had become extremely shallow since Aziraphale had left him. He often went to see Muriel at the bookshop, but never dared to set foot inside, just observing from afar, sat at the tables of Nina's café.
It's Nina who, that same morning, after bringing him his usual five espressos, asked him about his brothel's adventure, reminding him that it actually happened and it wasn't all a dream.
"Not for me, I guess. But it truly does help clearing the air."
Liar.
"It's fine, dear. Break-ups are hard for everyone."
Crowley gulped down his coffees and left, always silent and elusive as a snake. Nina was used to just find an empty table with a generous tip, a courtesy Crowley had learned since whom she knew as Mr. Fell moved away.
The demon Crowley had always felt alone, ever since the forces of heaven had brought him down to Hell, but the feeling he was experiencing caused by Aziraphale's absence was worse than all of his 6000 years of demonic loneliness.
