( that does at least sound a little ominous, though Matt can track more than just the words and the handshake. there's no hesitation or uncertainty, no hint that there might be something he should be concerned about. so when Aziraphale more or less shepherds him into the next room, Matt follows.
he has no idea what he's done to gain trust, beyond admitting something personal and uncomfortable. it'll probably make more sense to him in a bit. )
You don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, ( Matt reminds, though at this point he's pretty damn curious. he hears Aziraphale shuffling about, closing the door, and then the ridiculous rush of air and something soft and solid all at once. Matt can't help it, the noise is so sudden and unexpected he stiffens, glancing around the room as if somehow there's something else in there with them. he can't hear anything, but what else would explain—
he's stunned into silence when Aziraphale mentions taking his hand and has no words to protest. he allows him to take his hand and almost doesn't know what to make of the feathers he can feel under his touch, nor the undeniable disturbance in the air the wings make, even without moving. it takes him a bit to even say anything — Matt is trying to be accepting of magic and the ethereal, it's just a lot to take in when actually presented with. ) Why... why do you have wings?
( more to the point, why did Aziraphale feel compelled to tell him about them? Matt is a smart guy, that's a fact, but... he's genuinely too stunned to connect the obvious dots at the moment. )
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he has no idea what he's done to gain trust, beyond admitting something personal and uncomfortable. it'll probably make more sense to him in a bit. )
You don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, ( Matt reminds, though at this point he's pretty damn curious. he hears Aziraphale shuffling about, closing the door, and then the ridiculous rush of air and something soft and solid all at once. Matt can't help it, the noise is so sudden and unexpected he stiffens, glancing around the room as if somehow there's something else in there with them. he can't hear anything, but what else would explain—
he's stunned into silence when Aziraphale mentions taking his hand and has no words to protest. he allows him to take his hand and almost doesn't know what to make of the feathers he can feel under his touch, nor the undeniable disturbance in the air the wings make, even without moving. it takes him a bit to even say anything — Matt is trying to be accepting of magic and the ethereal, it's just a lot to take in when actually presented with. ) Why... why do you have wings?
( more to the point, why did Aziraphale feel compelled to tell him about them? Matt is a smart guy, that's a fact, but... he's genuinely too stunned to connect the obvious dots at the moment. )