[ He loves the most frustrating person across multiple universes. How could this have happened?
Not even infuriating, just-- frustrating. Clever and creative and improvisational and very, very good at arguing. At asking questions.
Aziraphale sets his mug down for a few moments, flexing his fingers to ease the slight stiffness of a grip that verged on too tight. That and for the sake of having something to do, some little outlet. He doesn't need to glance back towards the nearest window to know it'll look the same as it has been. It's as good as memorized. No sign of anything. He doesn't need to glance back towards Crowley to picture his expression, either. ]
The fluidity of time... coagulates now and then. Perception of it, I mean. I imagine you're very familiar. Lots of funny human theories about it.
[ Even the corrupted messages coming through from the ADI aren't anything like routine. Days, weeks, he really couldn't say off the top of his head. Which he's sure Crowley knows full well. ] Hardly matters.
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Not even infuriating, just-- frustrating. Clever and creative and improvisational and very, very good at arguing. At asking questions.
Aziraphale sets his mug down for a few moments, flexing his fingers to ease the slight stiffness of a grip that verged on too tight. That and for the sake of having something to do, some little outlet. He doesn't need to glance back towards the nearest window to know it'll look the same as it has been. It's as good as memorized. No sign of anything. He doesn't need to glance back towards Crowley to picture his expression, either. ]
The fluidity of time... coagulates now and then. Perception of it, I mean. I imagine you're very familiar. Lots of funny human theories about it.
[ Even the corrupted messages coming through from the ADI aren't anything like routine. Days, weeks, he really couldn't say off the top of his head. Which he's sure Crowley knows full well. ] Hardly matters.