[ Why does everything have so many layers to parse and consider? Apart from the fact that he's largely responsible for that. A mystery for another time. Or he'll discorporate and not have to deal with it at all. Which is much more ideal than he'll admit, in the most insincere and petty fashion. It has a broad appeal right now, not thinking.
Anything that keeps him from obsessively circling that first statement.
There's an uncharacteristic stillness that falls over him on hearing it. It happens, sometimes, that predator and prey lock eyes and spend a shared moment frozen in place. Rabbit in the corner, starved hound at the ready. Aziraphale didn't know a person could feel like both at once.
He thinks he may be insulted after all. Not entirely sure. It would take more digging than he'd like to bother with to pin it down. ]
Comports with your consent policy, does it. [ If he tells him that was cheating, if he says it was unfair outright, it adds too much stock to the fact that it was dangerously effective information-dealing. Can't have that. Can't let himself-- let himself sink his teeth into it and wait for more.
Aziraphale sets his mug on the end table, steels himself enough to start levering out of his chair. ] I think I'll take my tea elsewhere.
[ This is his own fault, really. Aside from being poor company, he should have shut things down the moment Crowley brought the matter up. That's always been what he's good at, after all.
He will simply go off to wither away in privacy like a melodramatic bitchy housecat. ]
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Anything that keeps him from obsessively circling that first statement.
There's an uncharacteristic stillness that falls over him on hearing it. It happens, sometimes, that predator and prey lock eyes and spend a shared moment frozen in place. Rabbit in the corner, starved hound at the ready. Aziraphale didn't know a person could feel like both at once.
He thinks he may be insulted after all. Not entirely sure. It would take more digging than he'd like to bother with to pin it down. ]
Comports with your consent policy, does it. [ If he tells him that was cheating, if he says it was unfair outright, it adds too much stock to the fact that it was dangerously effective information-dealing. Can't have that. Can't let himself-- let himself sink his teeth into it and wait for more.
Aziraphale sets his mug on the end table, steels himself enough to start levering out of his chair. ] I think I'll take my tea elsewhere.
[ This is his own fault, really. Aside from being poor company, he should have shut things down the moment Crowley brought the matter up. That's always been what he's good at, after all.
He will simply go off to wither away in privacy like a melodramatic bitchy housecat. ]