[ If Aziraphale weighs the pros and cons of throwing Crowley over his shoulder and dropping him onto the sofa, that's his business. He could probably do it. Apart from that, he's pretty certain he has no idea what he's doing right now. In general. ]
Oh, and it's much better if I'm the one who thoughtlessly tramples over what you might need. [ Again goes unsaid, a little invisible punctuation.
Because he's the one who does say no. The one who says things are too close, too dangerous, too fast, the one who takes and then harshly distances and rarely has anything to offer back. The one who still hasn't begun to work out how to start apologizing for a backlog of missteps even while he's adding to the pile.
The one who...... starts frustratedly drying the dishes, since he thinks the cons of bodily removing Crowley from the sink outweigh the pros, after some assessment. Second best option. A little bit because it helps him inch away from the urge to sink his teeth back in and drag out the bloody, tangled mass of why are you still here?
That sort of terrifying sharp-edged thinking is half the problem. ]
Never mind that you know full well you've never made me do or offer anything. No, clearly I only bothered asking because of your masterful string-pulling. Clearly if I stayed for a few minutes and realized I couldn't manage, you'd forcibly stop me at all turns.
[ Never mind that if Crowley had a lick of sense, he wouldn't want to be in the same room with someone who very much just forced things out of him in the first place.
Aziraphale is not sure what precisely he even wants out of this fight, at this juncture. Head empty, no thoughts, mutual crisis, poor coping skills. ]
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Oh, and it's much better if I'm the one who thoughtlessly tramples over what you might need. [ Again goes unsaid, a little invisible punctuation.
Because he's the one who does say no. The one who says things are too close, too dangerous, too fast, the one who takes and then harshly distances and rarely has anything to offer back. The one who still hasn't begun to work out how to start apologizing for a backlog of missteps even while he's adding to the pile.
The one who...... starts frustratedly drying the dishes, since he thinks the cons of bodily removing Crowley from the sink outweigh the pros, after some assessment. Second best option. A little bit because it helps him inch away from the urge to sink his teeth back in and drag out the bloody, tangled mass of why are you still here?
That sort of terrifying sharp-edged thinking is half the problem. ]
Never mind that you know full well you've never made me do or offer anything. No, clearly I only bothered asking because of your masterful string-pulling. Clearly if I stayed for a few minutes and realized I couldn't manage, you'd forcibly stop me at all turns.
[ Never mind that if Crowley had a lick of sense, he wouldn't want to be in the same room with someone who very much just forced things out of him in the first place.
Aziraphale is not sure what precisely he even wants out of this fight, at this juncture. Head empty, no thoughts, mutual crisis, poor coping skills. ]