( aziraphale lets out a breath that he hadn't realised he had been holding, hissed out through his teeth. fangs. nasty, detestable things that they are. he had been truly afraid for a moment that crowley might get it in his head to reach out and touch him. the ears, that is.
there was something terrifying about that. something that made it real.
said ears flick when crowley speaks, not at all enthused by what he was suggesting. all of those things meant that he would leave, albeit temporarily, but the idea of it made aziraphale feel anxious and sick in a way that he's never known before. )
No, I—
( don't want to be alone.
in a little bit, perhaps, but not right now. he just wants crowley to stay right where he is and keep him company. it wasn't exciting and he's sure that crowley is also scared in his own right, but this is the only thing he wants for the moment.
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there was something terrifying about that. something that made it real.
said ears flick when crowley speaks, not at all enthused by what he was suggesting. all of those things meant that he would leave, albeit temporarily, but the idea of it made aziraphale feel anxious and sick in a way that he's never known before. )
No, I—
( don't want to be alone.
in a little bit, perhaps, but not right now. he just wants crowley to stay right where he is and keep him company. it wasn't exciting and he's sure that crowley is also scared in his own right, but this is the only thing he wants for the moment.
he reaches out to seek crowley's hand. )
If you don't mind, could you. . . sit with me?