[Generally, Crowley is the chatty sort when he's nervous in an attempt to cover up said nerves. Talking nonsense about anything and everything is easy and stops people from realizing that something might be wrong.
There are far too many thoughts swirling in his head right now for him to attempt small talk, so he's quiet for the walk, sticking close by and hoping Aziraphale doesn't notice when he stumbles once or twice.
He sighs with relief when the greenhouse comes into view, no matter how run down it is.]
Sad state of affairs.
[A mild complaint, all things considered.
Crowley makes his way inside, noting the overgrown benches, the broken pots. As soon as he finds a relatively clear spot, he immediately sinks to the ground, head tipped back against the wall.
He can't remember the last time he was this exhausted.]
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There are far too many thoughts swirling in his head right now for him to attempt small talk, so he's quiet for the walk, sticking close by and hoping Aziraphale doesn't notice when he stumbles once or twice.
He sighs with relief when the greenhouse comes into view, no matter how run down it is.]
Sad state of affairs.
[A mild complaint, all things considered.
Crowley makes his way inside, noting the overgrown benches, the broken pots. As soon as he finds a relatively clear spot, he immediately sinks to the ground, head tipped back against the wall.
He can't remember the last time he was this exhausted.]