[ Okay. Good. Okay. With the door shut and no steady streams of leaked-in fog in sight, that's one less thing.
Crowley is sitting down. Also good. Seemed like he needs the rest. Doesn't seem like his corporation's physically injured even though he's clearly not at his best. No one's immediately burst in to try to... he doesn't even know, apprehend them or something.
Look at that, they have good things positively piling up. ]
That's already a bit better. I think.
[ Aziraphale stays standing and paces, for his part. He sticks to Crowley's vicinity, wanting to be sure to keep him in plain sight, but life today in general has him a touch too jittery to take a seat. So much to fruitlessly overthink, so little time. ]
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Crowley is sitting down. Also good. Seemed like he needs the rest. Doesn't seem like his corporation's physically injured even though he's clearly not at his best. No one's immediately burst in to try to... he doesn't even know, apprehend them or something.
Look at that, they have good things positively piling up. ]
That's already a bit better. I think.
[ Aziraphale stays standing and paces, for his part. He sticks to Crowley's vicinity, wanting to be sure to keep him in plain sight, but life today in general has him a touch too jittery to take a seat. So much to fruitlessly overthink, so little time. ]