The affronted tone with which Aziraphale asks where Furfur got the bullet catch booklet, because it's only available to Working Professional Magicians, is so funny. His worst fears have just been realized, a demon has shown up to arrest his husband, but he can still take a moment to be offended on behalf of his fake profession that important trade secrets have fallen into the wrong hands.
You hardly glance up, but when he clears his throat and taps his foot, you give him a small lift of your head.
“What’s this?”
“A key.”
You blink. “To what.”
“My apartment.”
Finally, you lift it from where it rests. It’s nothing special— an ordinary gold key, looks new from the look of it. You flip it, looking for any inscription that will give you more clues. Nothing.
You feel your brow twitch. “But your apartment has swipe access?”
Satoru sighs dramatically. “Yeah. I know. But I wanted this to be more momentous than sending you an email.”
“If this year has taught us anything, it’s that when we stick together like brothers and we work together and we stick with it, we can fucking do anything. Alright, we brought ourselves back from the fucking dead this year and it’s a credit to everybody in this room” - Connor McDavid | the drop, episode 33