[Aziraphale's barely given any thought to that β his usual tactic. If he ignores it, he doesn't have to worry about it, and that frees him up to worry about other things. More realistic things. More possible things.
He's not shocked. He's not disgusted, either.
He's confused. He's unsettled. He's spent so much time thinking of the various ways things could go wrong for them, and this...
No part of this ever crossed his mind. How could it have?]
A good idea.
[He'll remain where he is for now, to give Crowley space.]
Do they... er, whomever "they" may be, if there even is a they... believe you to be my β wife?
[What with the skirts and the pastels and the nightgown and... such.]
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He's not shocked. He's not disgusted, either.
He's confused. He's unsettled. He's spent so much time thinking of the various ways things could go wrong for them, and this...
No part of this ever crossed his mind. How could it have?]
A good idea.
[He'll remain where he is for now, to give Crowley space.]
Do they... er, whomever "they" may be, if there even is a they... believe you to be my β wife?
[What with the skirts and the pastels and the nightgown and... such.]