[There's no mistaking the way that Crowley flinches when Aziraphale reaches out to touch him, though he isn't even sure why it happens, immediately looking apologetic. It's a lingering tension, evidence of how rattled he is by everything that's happened and everything that is happening.
The bookshop fire. This place.
He shakes his head before glancing back the way he came, unsure how to answer.]
Dunno, I — it was —
[A few unintelligible sounds come out instead of words, before he grits his teeth in frustration, trying to push down the wave of dizziness.]
no subject
The bookshop fire. This place.
He shakes his head before glancing back the way he came, unsure how to answer.]
Dunno, I — it was —
[A few unintelligible sounds come out instead of words, before he grits his teeth in frustration, trying to push down the wave of dizziness.]
Something's wrong.
[No shit.]