Just-- oh, just keep walking, please. [ Another reason not to be a fan of this fog, to the much lesser degree: he couldn't make a face at Crowley for sassing him during a serious situation. All he can do is hope that that energy carried through in his tone.
The concern does not, in fact, die down when he lays eyes on Crowley properly. If anything, it becomes all the more apparent.
Aziraphale digs deep, deep down. He accesses all of his reserves. He looks down at himself like he expects to find something out of place that he'd somehow missed, that would merit the question, and finds no such something. He manages to find the dumbass strength to look mildly affronted despite everything. ]
Of course I'm real, you idiot, I'm talking to you. [ Idiot (fond). ] How long have you been out here? You look a mess.
[ Not once since they got out of it has Aziraphale missed the fourteenth-century aesthetic. And he stands by that.
If he half-distractedly brushes a dead leaf off of Crowley's jacket, that's between him and his constructed intricate rituals. ]
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The concern does not, in fact, die down when he lays eyes on Crowley properly. If anything, it becomes all the more apparent.
Aziraphale digs deep, deep down. He accesses all of his reserves. He looks down at himself like he expects to find something out of place that he'd somehow missed, that would merit the question, and finds no such something. He manages to find the dumbass strength to look mildly affronted despite everything. ]
Of course I'm real, you idiot, I'm talking to you. [ Idiot (fond). ] How long have you been out here? You look a mess.
[ Not once since they got out of it has Aziraphale missed the fourteenth-century aesthetic. And he stands by that.
If he half-distractedly brushes a dead leaf off of Crowley's jacket, that's between him and his constructed intricate rituals. ]