[In his mind, Aziraphale rushes to Crowley's side and grips his shoulder and tells him it's fine, it's okay, they'll figure this out, he'll figure this out.
In reality, he doesn't move.
This is worse than Falling, whatever it is. They've been stripped to... to humans, Aziraphale realizes, his quick-thudding heartbeat registering in his ears. He tries to conjure his wings; nothing happens. He snaps his fingers; nothing happens. All he can hear, all he can see, is less.
And Crowley...
Aziraphale's blank stare snaps back onto Crowley. Of all the things to ask about right now, of all the things to focus on, there are definitely far more important things than a nightgown.
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In reality, he doesn't move.
This is worse than Falling, whatever it is. They've been stripped to... to humans, Aziraphale realizes, his quick-thudding heartbeat registering in his ears. He tries to conjure his wings; nothing happens. He snaps his fingers; nothing happens. All he can hear, all he can see, is less.
And Crowley...
Aziraphale's blank stare snaps back onto Crowley. Of all the things to ask about right now, of all the things to focus on, there are definitely far more important things than a nightgown.
...and yet.]
That's not yours.
[It's lilac.]