[ Crowley isn't sure he's been threatened with handholding before, but there's a first time for everything. He takes Aziraphale's hand warily, flashes him a too-wide smile then turns to the attendant. ]
Of course.
[ Fine, everything's fine. He grips Aziraphale's hand slightly too tightly, and then paces through to the next area as they're waved in. There's another witch sorting through some paperwork. The space feels... small, private, and Crowley feels himself clocking that the only exit is back the way they came.
Should someone want to run away.
Which, clearly, he doesn't. ]
Ready to bond?
[ Muttered under his breath, somewhat accusingly. ]
no subject
Of course.
[ Fine, everything's fine. He grips Aziraphale's hand slightly too tightly, and then paces through to the next area as they're waved in. There's another witch sorting through some paperwork. The space feels... small, private, and Crowley feels himself clocking that the only exit is back the way they came.
Should someone want to run away.
Which, clearly, he doesn't. ]
Ready to bond?
[ Muttered under his breath, somewhat accusingly. ]