[Crowley decides on a glass of white wine, since he knows the list here is decent. Regardless of whether or this is a kindness about her, he still hands over his credit card to start a tab for both their drinks, then leads her to table near the edge of the rooftop.]
Dunno, s'an alright spot, isn't it? Fresh air, nice view. You didn't strike me as the type that'd be comfortable somewhere too posh, and a lot of the places I frequent are a bit dark and cozy, not really the mood I wanted to set.
[Well. It isn't a shock, really, and he should trust Martin to make these decisions, even if he feels that his judgement when it comes to Jon isn't exactly great.]
Alright, love, I'm glad you seem to be level headed about it
Going to get cozy in that house with all four of you there
[ his judgment with jon is not the best.. but it's worlds better than it used to be, and he's learned how to be more assertive with him, at least. ... so here's hoping. ]
I'm trying to be! I don't suppose you'd take me back if after three months Jon and I find out we can't do the contract thing?
I think we're hoping to find our own place eventually. I need to figure out employment first, though. I refuse to work in the same building as Elias.
[He's not sure if that's a joke or not, so he decides to tread on the safe side and make sure Martin knows it's always an option, if things with Jon are too complicated for them to contract.]
Sensible call, really, that man's a bastard. What'd your skill set, aside from corralling men possessed by eldritch entities? I could ask around, see if I know anyone that's hiring.
Yeah, I guess I do know that. You really are one of the best parts of my life, you know. Not to get too gross and emotional.
He's honestly the biggest evil cliche I've ever experienced. Would you? I'd really appreciate it. I don't have any formal education, unfortunately, but I was a librarian for years, and then an assistant archivist (which included a lot of research), then a personal assistant that wound up doing all the bookkeeping and scheduling and payroll and budgeting instead of my boss anyway.
Crowley stares at the message for a few moments, getting a little emotional about it, enough that he ends up with Aziraphale at his side, a comforting hand on his back.]
You're going to give me hives with talk like that
[Which is his way of saying it is kind of emotional but he appreciates it he's just bad at saying anything genuine back, especially over text.]
I wonder if Lilith could use any help with Venia, she's only really got Pru with her, and I think she just does the magic side of things. Not sure how she'd feel about a mortal getting involved with her business, but I'll ask and see
[He's glad that went over well, and his smile softens just enough that he decides he better hide it behind a sip of wine.]
Uh... hold on. [It doesn't take him long to dig out his phone; first he checks his own arrival, muttering a quiet "huh, shit" as he does, then Aziraphale's.]
You're awful, I'm blocking this number from contacting me
[He isn't.]
I'm sure she likes you just fine. If not, though, I'll still ask around to see what's available. Imagine I have more contacts than Jon does, or at least ones that actually like me
I'm just grateful you kept stuff. [ not that martin's ever had much, but it was.. nice to come back and not have to start over again from scratch. and there had been gifts from crowley and jon that he hadn't wanted to lose. ]
As if you've ever been in trouble with me. I do appreciate it, though.
[They'd spent some six years in each other's pockets, basically, playing nanny and gardener to the wrong child. The sudden absence of him had ached, especially when they'd been so close.]
It gets a bit easier, once you get into a routine. Have you met anyone decent? Present company notwithstanding.
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