[ He can't keep a sharp, reflexive surge of concern from crossing his face when Crowley says they came for me. Nevermind that all he's saying still doesn't add up right, or that there's very genuinely absolutely no way Heaven or Hell would be looking to take another hack at it.
It's just old habit. That's where the concern chips fall.
The not understanding keeps coming home to roost apace, though. Aziraphale has all his gears turning, full-tilt, trying to contextualize. Might get where he needs to be on it, in a bit. He thinks that tracking down the Antichrist with a day's work and a book of prophecy might have been outright simpler to parse than Crowley's current upset.
Well, no, being upset at not being able to find him after something happened, that's actually very easy to parse. What he's saying technically holds together as an explanation on its own. It just doesn't add up with where Aziraphale was at in a lot of ways, which he would've thought it would have to be able to hold up as a unit. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Possibly mostly for apparently not being able to be found. Scratch the possibly. That's exactly it. A little bit, though, for just plain not understanding. ]
Last I remember, there wasn't-- there wasn't anyone looking to come for us at all. Nothing too out of the ordinary. [ Nothing that wasn't better than the last 6,000 years of ordinary.
He peers at Crowley, searching but not sure exactly what he's looking for yet. He can't figure how they got onto such different pages, unless this fog is involved in it somehow. ]
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It's just old habit. That's where the concern chips fall.
The not understanding keeps coming home to roost apace, though. Aziraphale has all his gears turning, full-tilt, trying to contextualize. Might get where he needs to be on it, in a bit. He thinks that tracking down the Antichrist with a day's work and a book of prophecy might have been outright simpler to parse than Crowley's current upset.
Well, no, being upset at not being able to find him after something happened, that's actually very easy to parse. What he's saying technically holds together as an explanation on its own. It just doesn't add up with where Aziraphale was at in a lot of ways, which he would've thought it would have to be able to hold up as a unit. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Possibly mostly for apparently not being able to be found. Scratch the possibly. That's exactly it. A little bit, though, for just plain not understanding. ]
Last I remember, there wasn't-- there wasn't anyone looking to come for us at all. Nothing too out of the ordinary. [ Nothing that wasn't better than the last 6,000 years of ordinary.
He peers at Crowley, searching but not sure exactly what he's looking for yet. He can't figure how they got onto such different pages, unless this fog is involved in it somehow. ]