Crowley hesitates a long moment, one quavering hand hovering in the air as his eyes flick rapidly between the ears, Aziraphale's bloodied hands and his face. He doesn't like this. Doesn't like it at all. Doesn't. Doesn't. Doesn't like the sight of blood on Aziraphale this way when he doesn't know what will happen if he loses this body. ]
Looks sore. I can -- get you a cloth, clean you up a little. Some painkillers. Maybe a cup of tea, yeah?
[ Like this is a normal thing they both just need to calm down from, like Crowley isn't still breathing a little too heavily. ]
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Crowley hesitates a long moment, one quavering hand hovering in the air as his eyes flick rapidly between the ears, Aziraphale's bloodied hands and his face. He doesn't like this. Doesn't like it at all. Doesn't. Doesn't. Doesn't like the sight of blood on Aziraphale this way when he doesn't know what will happen if he loses this body. ]
Looks sore. I can -- get you a cloth, clean you up a little. Some painkillers. Maybe a cup of tea, yeah?
[ Like this is a normal thing they both just need to calm down from, like Crowley isn't still breathing a little too heavily. ]