But there are many things Crowley can do. He can stop time, he can unwrite mistakes, he can fix broken bones, he can create hell on a motorway. But right now, as he puts his arm around Aziraphale's shoulder and he cries into his shoulder, he can't help his friend. Can't fix whatever has broken within him over this situation. There's too much that has been lost.
"Let's get away from here," he says, moving to press his lips against Aziraphale's hair. "Just during the rain. Go somewhere else. We'll be right back."
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But there are many things Crowley can do. He can stop time, he can unwrite mistakes, he can fix broken bones, he can create hell on a motorway. But right now, as he puts his arm around Aziraphale's shoulder and he cries into his shoulder, he can't help his friend. Can't fix whatever has broken within him over this situation. There's too much that has been lost.
"Let's get away from here," he says, moving to press his lips against Aziraphale's hair. "Just during the rain. Go somewhere else. We'll be right back."