Aziraphale is, very likely, turning into a werewolf. There's nothing he can do about it. He's already got the ears and the tail. Apparently it's a painful process. It is, judging by other monsters he's seen here, going to be worse the next time the moon decides to be full. Based on the progression so far, it will likely be increasingly worse after that.
There's no way out of this. The only thing they have is each other, and Aziraphale is so deeply in some panic state of denial he won't even let Crowley help.
His neck hurts, and he's angry but he's also frightened. It's all falling apart here, and Crowley has always been firmly of the belief that with enough effort he can always make it through the worst of situations. He has no idea how to make it through this. ]
I know it does, but I can't just sit back and not do anything! Not anymore than you can, not when I know you've been in pain!
[ It comes out in a hiss, between clenched teeth, and Crowley breathes hard a moment -- expression dancing through emotions. His eyes narrow, brow furrowed even as he grip loosens. Even as he leans forward enough to rest his forehead against Aziraphale's shoulder. ]
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Crowley growls.
Aziraphale is, very likely, turning into a werewolf. There's nothing he can do about it. He's already got the ears and the tail. Apparently it's a painful process. It is, judging by other monsters he's seen here, going to be worse the next time the moon decides to be full. Based on the progression so far, it will likely be increasingly worse after that.
There's no way out of this. The only thing they have is each other, and Aziraphale is so deeply in some panic state of denial he won't even let Crowley help.
His neck hurts, and he's angry but he's also frightened. It's all falling apart here, and Crowley has always been firmly of the belief that with enough effort he can always make it through the worst of situations. He has no idea how to make it through this. ]
I know it does, but I can't just sit back and not do anything! Not anymore than you can, not when I know you've been in pain!
[ It comes out in a hiss, between clenched teeth, and Crowley breathes hard a moment -- expression dancing through emotions. His eyes narrow, brow furrowed even as he grip loosens. Even as he leans forward enough to rest his forehead against Aziraphale's shoulder. ]
Please, angel.