[Crowley has been worn out before, a fair few times in his existence, even recently, after holding the Bentley together with nothing but determination. It doesn't compare to what he's felt over the past handful of days. Maybe it's because it feels worse when there's no reason for the exhaustion. Or maybe it's just that whatever stupid Entity is behind this is draining him more than exertion ever could.
Getting himself worked up and angrily washing the dishes probably hasn't helped. It feels more like he's run a marathon than done a basic household chore.]
I'm just about done with needing help.
[It isn't a no; he'd sound more cross if it was a no. He just sounds tired, though, that same resignation in his voice.
God's probably laughing at him, wherever She is, about all these stupid situations he keeps getting himself into, where he ends up needing Aziraphale to help him, where that help usually requires a significant amount of touching to happen.
He should be grateful for it, and a tiny part of him is, but he doesn't — he doesn't want to be touched just because he needs help, only for all the barriers to go back up the second everything is back to normal.]
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Getting himself worked up and angrily washing the dishes probably hasn't helped. It feels more like he's run a marathon than done a basic household chore.]
I'm just about done with needing help.
[It isn't a no; he'd sound more cross if it was a no. He just sounds tired, though, that same resignation in his voice.
God's probably laughing at him, wherever She is, about all these stupid situations he keeps getting himself into, where he ends up needing Aziraphale to help him, where that help usually requires a significant amount of touching to happen.
He should be grateful for it, and a tiny part of him is, but he doesn't — he doesn't want to be touched just because he needs help, only for all the barriers to go back up the second everything is back to normal.]