Crowley, breathing a little heavily from... well, the adrenaline and pain and actual blood now, lifts a hand to vaguely hold Aziraphale's against his neck. ]
Dunno where you think I'm gonna go, angel. Besides, someone probably needs to help me clean up this bite and you're the nearest person. How you feeling? Still hurt?
[ Crowley is, obviously, also hurt but if they need a minute to work out who is hurting less that's... fine. That's fine. How heavily is it bleeding, he wonders? He can't really tell how deep the bite was. Is he in shock? He has no idea. What does shock feel like? He's never really felt the physical aspect of it before, but he can smell the blood -- Aziraphale's, his. Distantly Crowley is starting to wonder how long it would take for him to change, if he's going to. To wonder what he'd do if Aziraphale just lost control and ripped apart his corporeal form. No frolicking through the moors as a pair of werewolves after that, can't come back when you're in pieces.
Maybe that's why Aziraphale is telling him to leave. Maybe he's already feeling that urge.
Crowley leans into Aziraphale again, trying to steady himself. Maybe that would be fine. If anyone was going to kill him, after all, he'd rather it was Aziraphale.
Probably Aziraphale wouldn't want to, though. That might be a problem. He'd be upset afterwards. ]
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Crowley, breathing a little heavily from... well, the adrenaline and pain and actual blood now, lifts a hand to vaguely hold Aziraphale's against his neck. ]
Dunno where you think I'm gonna go, angel. Besides, someone probably needs to help me clean up this bite and you're the nearest person. How you feeling? Still hurt?
[ Crowley is, obviously, also hurt but if they need a minute to work out who is hurting less that's... fine. That's fine. How heavily is it bleeding, he wonders? He can't really tell how deep the bite was. Is he in shock? He has no idea. What does shock feel like? He's never really felt the physical aspect of it before, but he can smell the blood -- Aziraphale's, his. Distantly Crowley is starting to wonder how long it would take for him to change, if he's going to. To wonder what he'd do if Aziraphale just lost control and ripped apart his corporeal form. No frolicking through the moors as a pair of werewolves after that, can't come back when you're in pieces.
Maybe that's why Aziraphale is telling him to leave. Maybe he's already feeling that urge.
Crowley leans into Aziraphale again, trying to steady himself. Maybe that would be fine. If anyone was going to kill him, after all, he'd rather it was Aziraphale.
Probably Aziraphale wouldn't want to, though. That might be a problem. He'd be upset afterwards. ]