[ Oh, dear. That's more than a little not good. To vastly understate things.
Aziraphale nods, once, as if to say no hard feelings; still reels himself back in to a more familiar hand-wringing posture, nearby but not touching. ]
Seems like. [ No shit, indeed.
No time to waste, probably. Crowley's in a bad way, but he's here and he's talking and he's present, and that makes him first priority. Not that he'd have to do all that much work to be a top priority anymore. ]
There was a building, back the way I came. It looked empty. You know I've never found trespassing very keen, but-- but given the circumstances. Might help us get this sorted out. I can help you walk if you need it.
[ Weird things to have to say to supernatural entities older than time: that last bit.
Getting inside will give Crowley somewhere to sit down, if nothing else. If an owner shows up, he'll just explain the situation.
Aziraphale's eyes catch on motion a little ways off, track the telltale aimless shuffle of another lost spirit in silhouette. He makes himself look away with a near-silent sort of punched-out exhale, jaw tensing.
Hell was at least straightforward about itself. ]
Stay close?
[ If he loses Crowley in this fog ten seconds after he's found him, he can't be held accountable for losing his whole mind about it. ]
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Aziraphale nods, once, as if to say no hard feelings; still reels himself back in to a more familiar hand-wringing posture, nearby but not touching. ]
Seems like. [ No shit, indeed.
No time to waste, probably. Crowley's in a bad way, but he's here and he's talking and he's present, and that makes him first priority. Not that he'd have to do all that much work to be a top priority anymore. ]
There was a building, back the way I came. It looked empty. You know I've never found trespassing very keen, but-- but given the circumstances. Might help us get this sorted out. I can help you walk if you need it.
[ Weird things to have to say to supernatural entities older than time: that last bit.
Getting inside will give Crowley somewhere to sit down, if nothing else. If an owner shows up, he'll just explain the situation.
Aziraphale's eyes catch on motion a little ways off, track the telltale aimless shuffle of another lost spirit in silhouette. He makes himself look away with a near-silent sort of punched-out exhale, jaw tensing.
Hell was at least straightforward about itself. ]
Stay close?
[ If he loses Crowley in this fog ten seconds after he's found him, he can't be held accountable for losing his whole mind about it. ]