[ It is. It is their side, and Aziraphale isn't about to go around denying it anymore. That's difficult enough by itself, without saying out loud just how much Crowley matters to him, how much he actually needs him. How clearly he'd felt it as soon as they were well and truly apart.

All this - the nickname, the smirking, the way he brushed over what he decided was too honest and affectionate, the circling - is right. Even in a place that is so wrong, this much is right. All those small habits that only make his fond smile wider.

It doesn't last much longer, though, because the question forces him to think, brow furrowing and lips pursing just slightly. ]

Ah, it must be ... a week or two. I suppose you were with the Aziraphale that would look right. I have met several strange people here. Not human, but something entirely else. It seems there may be more than one ... universe, or reality, or whatever you'd like to call it, and there's no saying the Almighty couldn't have created as many as She wanted.

[ He shrugs, sheepish, because he can only guess. That's all anyone can do about the Almighty. Guess. ]

Perhaps all Earths needed an angel and a demon who wanted to preserve it.