Aziraphale's expression lit up with the utmost joy at seeing Anthony: eyes sparkling, cheeks rosy, mouth turned up into a smile of love...that quickly pursed down into a stubborn attempt at looking very cross. I'm not supposed to be so happy to see you, he thought. You've made me a little mad, leaving me here to fend for myself with your mother. I'm very upset at you.
Oh, but he was so happy to see Anthony just the same. That stupid, silly feeling that always came over him, that one that made him feel and act like a fool, meant Anthony had his sole focus, even if said focus was currently funneled into trying to look appropriately put-out, like Anthony was in the doghouse. He accepted the flowers, eyeing Anthony over them as he took a breath of their soft rosy perfume. His expression softened and warmed as Anthony's cool facade cracked just a little.
"You did promise. Maybe a sinfully decadent chocolate mousse?" If Evelyn hadn't been there, Aziraphale might have made him work a little harder. As it was, not in front of the mother.
"Thank you, Mrs. Crowley, for the delicious cookies. I'm glad we had a chance to talk."
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Oh, but he was so happy to see Anthony just the same. That stupid, silly feeling that always came over him, that one that made him feel and act like a fool, meant Anthony had his sole focus, even if said focus was currently funneled into trying to look appropriately put-out, like Anthony was in the doghouse. He accepted the flowers, eyeing Anthony over them as he took a breath of their soft rosy perfume. His expression softened and warmed as Anthony's cool facade cracked just a little.
"You did promise. Maybe a sinfully decadent chocolate mousse?" If Evelyn hadn't been there, Aziraphale might have made him work a little harder. As it was, not in front of the mother.
"Thank you, Mrs. Crowley, for the delicious cookies. I'm glad we had a chance to talk."