[ Aziraphale nods, his anxious expression smoothing in relief. He's watched Crowley save him over and over again throughout the centuries. If he says he can fix this, Aziraphale believes him.
Time to go, then. He won't stay here too long and force Crowley to suffer by watching him forget again. On the screen, the two of them are sitting at the Ritz, holding glasses of champagne and gazing into one another's eyes, but Aziraphale isn't watching. Reluctantly, he lowers his hand, offering Crowley his sunglasses, and steps back. ]
Farewell, my sweet Antonio. It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
[ And he turns, not trusting himself to look back as he leaves the room. ]
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Time to go, then. He won't stay here too long and force Crowley to suffer by watching him forget again. On the screen, the two of them are sitting at the Ritz, holding glasses of champagne and gazing into one another's eyes, but Aziraphale isn't watching. Reluctantly, he lowers his hand, offering Crowley his sunglasses, and steps back. ]
Farewell, my sweet Antonio. It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
[ And he turns, not trusting himself to look back as he leaves the room. ]