[ Achievement unlocked: eye contact, but only because Aziraphale is offended enough to shoot a warning look Crowley's way. He'd rather lose all the privileges of this strange, cautious new domesticity they've been relaxing into than hear gratitude right about now.
Better done now than in a few more days when it would come as something wholly unexpected, twice as unpleasantly forced, and possibly... lacking a certain element of control, yes. But there's no version of the story where the frog ought to be thanking the scorpion.
Proper anger isn't something he takes to very well or very often. Heavenly Wrath or what have you. Aziraphale doesn't find it so hard to dredge up a strain of it now. Not at himself, strictly speaking, not at Crowley, but more at the overall situation.
Every day, he reaches a new level of unbecoming. ]
The ends matter more than the means. I'll manage. [ He has an idea where he's going. So long as he's getting hold of something true. The nature of trading in knowledge and secrets and surveillance tends to come with a bit of a drag folded in to start with.
On some level, the hope was that if they got to the point of sharing important and close-held secrets, he'd be in a position to stow Crowley's away solely for himself. To keep them. So much for that. ] You might be more comfortable sitting for it.
[ Well. Physically.
How hard can someone compartmentalize literally everything while actively asking probing questions for dark purposes, the real upcoming trial. ]
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Better done now than in a few more days when it would come as something wholly unexpected, twice as unpleasantly forced, and possibly... lacking a certain element of control, yes. But there's no version of the story where the frog ought to be thanking the scorpion.
Proper anger isn't something he takes to very well or very often. Heavenly Wrath or what have you. Aziraphale doesn't find it so hard to dredge up a strain of it now. Not at himself, strictly speaking, not at Crowley, but more at the overall situation.
Every day, he reaches a new level of unbecoming. ]
The ends matter more than the means. I'll manage. [ He has an idea where he's going. So long as he's getting hold of something true. The nature of trading in knowledge and secrets and surveillance tends to come with a bit of a drag folded in to start with.
On some level, the hope was that if they got to the point of sharing important and close-held secrets, he'd be in a position to stow Crowley's away solely for himself. To keep them. So much for that. ] You might be more comfortable sitting for it.
[ Well. Physically.
How hard can someone compartmentalize literally everything while actively asking probing questions for dark purposes, the real upcoming trial. ]