[Aziraphale goes willingly, feeling uneasy but β yes, steadied by Crowley's hand.
His mind races with possibilities, none of which make sense no matter which way he twists them. Then again, he could easily chalk that up to... well, to being human.]
D'you suppose we should try another house?
[Asked as he pulls the paper into view, to scan the front page.]
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[Aziraphale goes willingly, feeling uneasy but β yes, steadied by Crowley's hand.
His mind races with possibilities, none of which make sense no matter which way he twists them. Then again, he could easily chalk that up to... well, to being human.]
D'you suppose we should try another house?
[Asked as he pulls the paper into view, to scan the front page.]
β looks like it's October. [He swallows.] 1961.