[ Crowley nets himself a skittering glance. One part slight offense at being very easily preempted, two parts Aziraphale doubtfully gauging that answer for himself.
There's only so 'perfectly alright' Crowley can be in these circumstances to start with because the Web can't be bothered with a bit of a compromise. At least he doesn't look worse off than before. That's something, if not very much of something for making him pick at his own old wounds. ]
I'm fine. [ "Elaborate on that." "No. ❤" Still, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel notably less likely to have a fainting spell. Therefore he is fine. And he's not going to think about it anymore because the subject matter of feeling better skates too close to the lingering danger zone.
Won't do to come off like he's irritated with Crowley over this, though. To be dismissive. ] Going to be poor company, I think.
[ That's diplomatic, surely. That doesn't scream of awkwardness or emotions or still feeling the urge to rummage through someone's mind like a bloody scavenger. ]
Are you- would you be alright for a bit if I-?
[ Made a very fine and calm retreat from this whole situation to re-collect himself, for however long "a bit" even actually is? Aziraphale makes a gesture vaguely in his bedroom's direction in lieu of saying that. There are a lot of things in this living room that he doesn't want to unpack, emotionally speaking.
Crowley's poorly to a worrying degree with no concrete manner of improvement, and he wants to do whatever he can to ease that while this lasts, or he might have considered breaking into one of the empty neighboring apartments as a valid escape plan already. So maybe just. A break. ]
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There's only so 'perfectly alright' Crowley can be in these circumstances to start with because the Web can't be bothered with a bit of a compromise. At least he doesn't look worse off than before. That's something, if not very much of something for making him pick at his own old wounds. ]
I'm fine. [ "Elaborate on that." "No. ❤" Still, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel notably less likely to have a fainting spell. Therefore he is fine. And he's not going to think about it anymore because the subject matter of feeling better skates too close to the lingering danger zone.
Won't do to come off like he's irritated with Crowley over this, though. To be dismissive. ] Going to be poor company, I think.
[ That's diplomatic, surely. That doesn't scream of awkwardness or emotions or still feeling the urge to rummage through someone's mind like a bloody scavenger. ]
Are you- would you be alright for a bit if I-?
[ Made a very fine and calm retreat from this whole situation to re-collect himself, for however long "a bit" even actually is? Aziraphale makes a gesture vaguely in his bedroom's direction in lieu of saying that. There are a lot of things in this living room that he doesn't want to unpack, emotionally speaking.
Crowley's poorly to a worrying degree with no concrete manner of improvement, and he wants to do whatever he can to ease that while this lasts, or he might have considered breaking into one of the empty neighboring apartments as a valid escape plan already. So maybe just. A break. ]