[ He moves up beside Aziraphale, still slow, then carefully lays a hand on his upper arm. His eyes rapidly flit over the angel, trying to discern information quickly, when his eyes are drawn to the way his hands are clutched at his head. ]
Hurts?
[ An easy confirmation, yes or no. Crowley hesitates a long moment, then begins to clamber up onto the bed beside Aziraphale -- he's clearly in distress so decorum is straight out the window. Doesn't matter what happens later, what's important is right now. What's important is getting him through this. ]
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[ He moves up beside Aziraphale, still slow, then carefully lays a hand on his upper arm. His eyes rapidly flit over the angel, trying to discern information quickly, when his eyes are drawn to the way his hands are clutched at his head. ]
Hurts?
[ An easy confirmation, yes or no. Crowley hesitates a long moment, then begins to clamber up onto the bed beside Aziraphale -- he's clearly in distress so decorum is straight out the window. Doesn't matter what happens later, what's important is right now. What's important is getting him through this. ]