In Which Labels are Finnicky Things

Written by by REVVIII Summary:  “We…we are best friends, right?” “Yes,” Crowley said slowly. His eyebrows were still raised. “I thought that was obvious.” “And…and best friends care about each other. They love each other,” Aziraphale said. “Yes.” Aziraphale frowned. “But kissing is off-limits.” “Angel, if you’re asking if you can kiss me –” “Absolutely not,” Aziraphale said quickly. “It was merely a question that arose out of curiosity, it has nothing to do with us at all.” That was, of course, a big fat lie.