Aziraphale nods against him and pulls away, wiping his tears. How could this have happened? How could this have been the plan?
He follows Crowley, somewhere indoors, hopefully where he can get a tea and calm his nerves for a moment before they have to return outside. And he appreciates how soft Crowley is with him in this moment; were he less distraught, he would reciprocate in kind, maybe offer some of those kisses he'd promised.
But not right now.
There are wounded in the airbase, mainly soldiers though people of all creeds and backgrounds had showed. Aziraphale straightens himself up and goes around to heal people, though his heart aches to not be able to stay with them just a little longer before having to move on to the next makeshift stretcher. "We can fix this," he says to Crowley, but looking at nothing in particular.
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He follows Crowley, somewhere indoors, hopefully where he can get a tea and calm his nerves for a moment before they have to return outside. And he appreciates how soft Crowley is with him in this moment; were he less distraught, he would reciprocate in kind, maybe offer some of those kisses he'd promised.
But not right now.
There are wounded in the airbase, mainly soldiers though people of all creeds and backgrounds had showed. Aziraphale straightens himself up and goes around to heal people, though his heart aches to not be able to stay with them just a little longer before having to move on to the next makeshift stretcher. "We can fix this," he says to Crowley, but looking at nothing in particular.