Falling

"The apple business, that was something, wasn't it?" Crowley took another sip of wine, and swirled the remainder around in his glass.

Aziraphale did that thing with his lower lip that meant he was considering whether or not to be nervous. "I was there too, you know."

"Yeah, but you're not the one She set up to do it."

Now his eyebrow was twitching, too. "She? You were the-"

"Come on, you're not that stupidly loyal. She meant for that to happen."

"She... I mean..." Aziraphale grew quiet.

"Just think about it." Crowley sipped again, slowly.

He'd get it, eventually.