Crowley’s been Aziraphale’s friend for several years. They didn’t touch, neither of them dared to cross the distance, so it was quite a shock when they entered the pub and Crowley ran to threw his arms around their shoulders, holding them close.

“Just play along,” he hissed into their ear. “Please.”

This fic is a part of the hold me close series. For the full text and tags as well as to leave kudos or comments visit the original fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37143412