It's a welcome response, the way that Crowley reaches over to lock their fingers together. Aziraphale meets him halfway, helps thread their fingers together, and gently hold his hand in return. Crowley's hand is warm in his, always so inviting.
He gives Crowley's hand a quick squeeze.
"You know," he says, tilting his head slightly as he considers. "I don't believe I recall either."
He barely remembers the last time that either of them had gotten drunk. It feels like a distant to him now. The pair of them had gotten drunk in the days after their arrival here and then they'd been hit by the cold face of reality and—
That had been it. It wasn't the same when they couldn't will away the annoyance of it once they were done with it. Became much easier to stop after just a little.
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He gives Crowley's hand a quick squeeze.
"You know," he says, tilting his head slightly as he considers. "I don't believe I recall either."
He barely remembers the last time that either of them had gotten drunk. It feels like a distant to him now. The pair of them had gotten drunk in the days after their arrival here and then they'd been hit by the cold face of reality and—
That had been it. It wasn't the same when they couldn't will away the annoyance of it once they were done with it. Became much easier to stop after just a little.