Uriel couldn't help it. When she saw Crowley kissing Aziraphale, her first reaction was to giggle. It looked so... wrong, in a way, and yet so very right. It was meant to be that way, she thought. The two belonged together.

After a second, however, she turned less amused. She couldn't help but remember Pestilence, remember how he had kissed her, and remember that he would never kiss her again.