[It's a little like a puppet having their strings cut, the way Crowley slumps when Aziraphale declares them done. He resists the urge to immediately run, knowing that if he does, it's only going to make the guilt worse.
He wants to snap his fingers and summon himself a strong drink, but he isn't the one with that ability right now, and he won't ask Aziraphale to expend energy on something so pointless. They have alcohol, he can fetch some himself and then likely pass out after a single drink, with how weak he feels.
For now, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs, only glancing to Aziraphale at the apology. If he looks a little sharp about it, he thinks he's allowed.]
It's fine, angel. Nothing I didn't offer, is it?
[He's proud of him for being able to pull back, because he's not sure if he actually would have tried to stop this, so long as Aziraphale didn't dig into the truly soft parts of him.
It seems it'd be condescending, though, to say that out loud.]
How do you feel? I'm perfectly alright, before you ask.
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He wants to snap his fingers and summon himself a strong drink, but he isn't the one with that ability right now, and he won't ask Aziraphale to expend energy on something so pointless. They have alcohol, he can fetch some himself and then likely pass out after a single drink, with how weak he feels.
For now, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs, only glancing to Aziraphale at the apology. If he looks a little sharp about it, he thinks he's allowed.]
It's fine, angel. Nothing I didn't offer, is it?
[He's proud of him for being able to pull back, because he's not sure if he actually would have tried to stop this, so long as Aziraphale didn't dig into the truly soft parts of him.
It seems it'd be condescending, though, to say that out loud.]
How do you feel? I'm perfectly alright, before you ask.
[He knows him.]