[It's enough to break past some of hesitancy Crowley has about... the lines they've drawn in the sand. He moves back to the bed, perching nervously on the side of it, swallowing roughly as he stops himself from reaching out the rest of the way. Being close is one thing, touching him is another.]
Maybe it's a trick. Could be my lot, they'd do something like this.
[Is that reassuring? He doesn't know, he just can't stand how heartbroken Aziraphale looks.]
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Maybe it's a trick. Could be my lot, they'd do something like this.
[Is that reassuring? He doesn't know, he just can't stand how heartbroken Aziraphale looks.]