Had there been a shocking kiss on the cheek or even a scandalously held hand the cool demon who fell into a swagger to walk by Aziraphale's side would have melted in a gooey puddle. It was odd enough to find Aziraphale so changed! He was willing to admit they were friends? To ask... actually ask for forgiveness?! FROM HIM? That was mind blowing. It was taking a moment for all the pieces to knit themselves together.

"So... we're going to school now not saving the world?"

Crowley walked in silence beside Aziraphale or as much silence as he ever liked to walk in which meant rambling about something or other.

"I've never actually gone to school before. Well... I mean, I've been inside one, lots of interesting things going on in schools, but never as a student."

He turned from his ramblings to look at Aziraphale now. There was still something of that glow about his face, just happy that things had worked out. It suited him.

"Should I be carrying your books?"