[The last time he felt this uncomfortable around Aziraphale was the night he was handed a thermos of holy water, and even that wasn't quite as awful as whatever this thing lurking in his chest is. He doesn't want to examine it too closely, though.
Instead, he tugs off the nightgown to toss aside, exposed and vulnerable for a few seconds before pulling on a forest green turtleneck. It's not the ideal outfit, but better than anything else in the closet.
Rather than turn around, he keeps his gaze averted as he absently straightens his clothes.]
I heard a child calling for help, before I woke up.
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Instead, he tugs off the nightgown to toss aside, exposed and vulnerable for a few seconds before pulling on a forest green turtleneck. It's not the ideal outfit, but better than anything else in the closet.
Rather than turn around, he keeps his gaze averted as he absently straightens his clothes.]
I heard a child calling for help, before I woke up.