Aziraphale wanted to forfeit his scarf to his friend, but he didn't want to risk insulting him. If Crowley said he was fine, Aziraphale would have to keep that bit of fussing to himself.
"I'm fine," he said after a moment of fidgeting. "Thank you. I am, really. I'm here, and Anthony and I can still be friends and discuss these things that are happening to us, and everything will be well."
That was so easy to say right now, standing next to Alec in a cold garden, feeling small self-contained. But then he would see that burst of red hair and that grin and he'd forget himself again. He'd be part of a secret shared, filled with multitudes of emotion and a story he didn't know the whole of.
"It's always so easy to believe that in the times between seeing him," he admitted. "But enough of that. You're always listening to me and we won't know how I really am until we get there. How are you? Have you--have there been any more?"
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Aziraphale wanted to forfeit his scarf to his friend, but he didn't want to risk insulting him. If Crowley said he was fine, Aziraphale would have to keep that bit of fussing to himself.
"I'm fine," he said after a moment of fidgeting. "Thank you. I am, really. I'm here, and Anthony and I can still be friends and discuss these things that are happening to us, and everything will be well."
That was so easy to say right now, standing next to Alec in a cold garden, feeling small self-contained. But then he would see that burst of red hair and that grin and he'd forget himself again. He'd be part of a secret shared, filled with multitudes of emotion and a story he didn't know the whole of.
"It's always so easy to believe that in the times between seeing him," he admitted. "But enough of that. You're always listening to me and we won't know how I really am until we get there. How are you? Have you--have there been any more?"