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The attic air hung heavy with dust and the scent of aging paper. Aziraphale, alone and curious, lowered the needle on a vintage 1940s record. The resulting screech was sharp, jarring. Crowley materialized instantly, panic flashing behind his sunglasses, fearing disaster. Finding only a flustered angel, he softened. He stepped forward, gently lifting the stuck needle and resetting it. Soft, crackling jazz filled the room. Crowley turned the volume down to an intimate whisper. The silence stretched, warm and awkward. He extended a hand, gaze averted, voice low: "Come on. While no one's looking. Just once."