Trying To Find Safety In The Minefield Of Being Human

there is a graveyard somewhere in london with no ghosts. crowley takes aziraphale on a trip there.'What he wants to say is, "come here." He wants to say, "come into my arms." He wants to say, "stay forever and never hurt again." He wants to say, "the stars shine brighter for knowing you made them." He wants to say, "you turn my blood to gasoline and alight it with precious glimpses of your eyes." He wants to say, "the volumes of poetry that line my shelves quiver in inadequacy faced with the poetry of your existence." He wants to say, "the touch of your skin on mine scribes soundless litanies, the brush of your fingertips is a cathedral hymn." He wants to say, "paint the things you deny yourself on my wings, and let me wrap them around you."But of course, he settles for, "Goodnight."'