[Crowley's words hit him and something inside him broke. The idea of Anthony choosing someone else forever felt like a betrayal of the worst kind--and that envious, possessive emotion had no justification at all. None of these emotions had any right to be inside him. He wanted them out.

He took a bitter, shaky sad breath and nodded. Of course Anthony was asking Grace to marry him. Who wouldn't? Anthony would be a fool not to.]

Right. [He was trying bravely to hold back the tears.]

Once again you are the hero I don't deserve. You keep coming to my rescue again and again and-- [He sniffled and the next words tumble out, feeling like a betrayal of the worst kind, betraying both the love felt for the Crowley of the visions, and friendship for the "Crowley" standing in front of him now. It was a cruel burden upon a person who had offered so much support and friendship. And it was cruel, too, to Anthony who had really done nothing wrong. It wasn't his fault what Aziraphale felt for him.] --I sometimes rather wish it was you instead of him.

[He offered an empty-shelled smile as he finally looked away from those compassionate eyes and downed the remainder of his wine.]

I'm sorry. That was terrible to say. I'm very drunk. And distraught, and I shouldn't have said that. I am grateful, Crowley. For everything. And I'm sorry I made fun of your suit.