Mal looks around anxiously, "what the hell is going on? Lilac? Anthony?" Lilac starts to weep, hands grasping the couch as she cries. 

"I wish you could remember me the way I remember you," Lilac sniffs as she looks up at him, "we met a couple of times after you fell. You used to go by-" 

"-Crawly," they say simultaneously, a smile appearing on her face. 

"You were the little uptight angel that kept thwarting me when Aziraphale was off in different areas," Crowley moves a hand to cup her cheek, the hand moving to slide a piece of hair behind her ear, "I just--don't remember anything before," her face looked hurt. Still, then she allowed the smallest of a smile. 

"You were the love of my life," Lilac exhales, "I'm afraid I'm too late," she looks over her shoulder at Mal, "I knew him from Adam, but you found him now." Lilac smiles at her roommate, standing up as she walks towards Mal. She cups Mal's cheek, kissing their nose. Her hands and head drop as she allows a tear to fall. 

"Sunflower, look at me," Mal tilts Lilac's face up to look at her, "I've known you for so long, but you're incredibly daft," Mal leans in, their lips pressing against Lilac's. Lilac gasps as her hands move to rest against their shoulders, Mal's other arm wrapping around Lilac's waist. 

Lilac moves away first, a mix of confusion, grief, and love on her face. Her lip trembles as she looks at Mal, "I thought you didn't like me that way. I-" Mal cuts her off, shaking their head. 

"You silly, silly angel," Mal's voice raises for a second, then lowers with a chuckle, "of course I like you that way, who wouldn't?" she pets Lilac's hair, hand moving down to rest at her side. 

"I-don't-" Lilac looks conflicted, the world moving too quickly for her. Her breathing becomes quicker as her eyes dart around the room, "I'm a little too overstimulated at the moment," at that, Lilac promptly faints. 

"Oh shit!" Mal shouts, Crowley jumping out of the chair, "Crowley, help me pick her up," he grabs the angel's legs, and Mal grabs her arms, dragging her on a empty couch. 

"Oh dear, I'll be right back!" Aziraphale turns towards the back, leaving the three. Mal sighs as she fixes her sleeping "friend's" outfit, the skirt having ridden up in the process of getting her onto the couch. 

"Is that normal?" Crowley asks, looking down at the angel, then back to Mal. 

"Sometimes," Mal sighs as they brush hair from Lilac's face, "the last time she fainted like that was when we had a fight. It was a terrible one, and down she went." 

"I have some tea for when she wakes up," Aziraphale enters the room, setting a teacup on a saucer on a table next to her, "mint, her favorite," he remembers fondly, smiling down at the other angel. Aziraphale places a kiss on her forehead, stepping back to sit in a chair in the room. 

"So, you two knew each other all along?" Crowley asks his angel friend, to which the blond confirms with a nod of his head. 

"So did you, Crowley, my dear," the angel reminds the demon, "but yes, we did. We were all pretty close," Aziraphale grabs a book that's close to him and opens it, pulling his reading glasses from a pocket. He puts the glasses on and smiles warmly at his snakely companion as he starts to read, "you two were always bickering like a married couple, it was very sweet." Crowley allows himself a tiny smirk, a brow raised. 

"Say, if I didn't know, you had a tiny crush on her, angel," Aziraphale looks up from the book with a tint of pink in his cheeks. 

"Did not," he denies, "we were strictly friends, Crowley." 

"Suuure," Crowley drags out the 'u' sound, chuckling, "angel, don't lie," the angel groans angrily, setting his book down on his lap. 

"But. Out." Aziraphale spits out, obviously a bit ruffled by the whole situation. Crowley raises a single brow, looking over at Mal. Mal looks a bit miffed, who takes to slapping Crowley's shoulder with the back of their hand, 'leave him alone!' they mouth to him, rolling their eyes. 

"Right, sorry angel," Aziraphale sighs, moving to rub the bridge of his nose. 

"It's quite alright," his eyes move towards Lilac, "I do feel that way for her. Of course, she always found you mesmerizing," he smiles sadly, "so I was just her really good friend." Mal stands, walking over to the chair next to Azira, sitting in it. 

"Y'know, she always did mention someone that sounds a lot like you," they sit a hand on his shoulder, "I think she did like you, she does like you. Lilac's emotions are weird, she's highly sensitive, overally dramatic, and she has a big heart. I really care for her, and seeing that you do as well warms my heart." 

"You're a really good friend to her as well, I can see it in the way you look at her," Aziraphale grins, "you may be more than her friend, but your friendship will always be eternal." he pats their hand on his shoulder, and Mal retracts the hand. They look over in Lilac's direction, and then back to Aziraphale. 

"You should tell her that you like her," Aziraphale looks them in the eye, a mix of emotions on his face, "she may feel the same way," they stand and then walk towards the door, "Crowley, I'm gonna run back to mine and Lilac's apartment to grab some things for her." Mal opens the door and Crowley then stands, stretching out. 

"I'll come with you, love," they grin and the two walk out of the shop, leaving Lilac and Aziraphale, as well as his thoughts. His vicious thoughts. The ones that had been stored away, because he hadn't seen her face in ages. The last time he had seen her was in 1941, after his magic show. Lilac had kissed his cheek with a giggle, commending him for a good performance. Aziraphale smiled at that, then was broken from his stupor from rustling on the couch. 

"Mm," Lilac mumbled, eyebrows furrowed as they slept, "of course, I care for you," his heart raced, a hopeful look on his face. 

"Crowley."