Aziraphale had eventually figured out Crowley had somewhat of a soft spot for children, even if the Demon didn't like to admit it. Every time the two beings had met up, either purposely or completely accidental, the Angel had caught a glimpse of his counterpart interacting with some children. Whether it was telling stories or creating some mischief with the children, making sure they wouldn't get in trouble, Aziraphale had witnessed some sort of interaction with the local children. 

 Now the Angel stood in the ruins of a church, bag of books in hand. Crowley had saved the Principality once again and offered him a lift home. They made it to the unharmed Bentley that sat in front of the church. As they both surveyed the remnants of houses and businesses on the way back to the bookshop, a silence settled. A silence that lasted until Crowley stiffened, slowing the car to a halt and whispered a small "no". 

 Aziraphale watched in confusion as the Demon hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut and ran up to a more recognizable set of ruins, finally deciding to follow him. A house had once sat where to gloomy ruins were, it seemed to have been a nice home, but when the Principality spotted the remnants of a car in front of the house, his face fell. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily as he watched Crowley crouch down in the ruins, but when he saw what he held in his firm grasp, the Angel closed his eyes.

 It was a ragdoll type toy. A child's toy.

The family hadn't made it out in time.

 Aziraphale saw Crowley's shoulders start to tremble. The Demon bit back any sound that would give away that he was trying not to cry, but found all of his restraints gone when he felt Aziraphale's hand on his shoulder. He let out a loud sob and the Angel crouched down next to him.

 "A day or two ago... I came through this area and saw two boys playing with a ball and a younger girl chasing them..." Crowley leaned into Aziraphale, clutching the doll close to his chest, "They look so happy..."

 The sunglasses had slipped down his nose, clattering to the ground in the deathly silence. Tears spilled down the Demon's cheeks. 

"I can't take credit for this war anymore, angel... not after this..." With that, Crowley snatched up his glasses and strode back to the Bentley, causing Aziraphale to rush after him.

 Not a word was spoken the rest of the way back to the bookshop, the silence only broken by Crowley's occasional sniffle. The doll still clutched in his hand. As the Bentley pulled up in front of the bookshop, the Demon leaned back in the seat, letting out a sigh.

 "Would you like to come in?"

The Angel offered a comforting smile and the engine groaned as it turned off. Crowley's pace was slower than usual as they walked together up to the front of the shop, Aziraphale's keys jingling as he unlocked the door for the both of them. 

 "Tea?" The principality asked, aware that the Demon's usual answer was no.

 However, this time Crowley sat down on the couch and looked up at Aziraphale, "Do you still enjoy cocoa?" He asked in a soft whisper.

 Aziraphale smiled warmly and turned to the kitchen to make some cocoa for them. When he came back with the warm chocolatey drinks, he saw a glimpse of a smile pass over Crowley's lips for the first time since he handed the Angel his books. A hum of appreciation vibrated in the Demon's throat and he finally released the doll from his grasp, allowing it to sit beside him on the couch.

 "Thank you, angel..."