( Matt would have never implied Aziraphale's feathers to be out of order. in fact they're unbelievably fine and perfect, and while Matt hasn't touched a great deal of feathered creatures, the comparison doesn't even seem fair. he's brokenly stunned and marveling, wordless, for long enough to leave one worried he's in some sort of shock. )
A... an angel. ( Matt is incredibly well spoken and rarely finds himself speechless. this is really saying something that he doesn't exactly know what to say. he is a devout man, it is not that he doesn't believe in angels. he does, frightful and powerful and incomprehensible things, always at a distance from the tainted and failed remnants of humanity.
it doesn't make much sense that an angel would be in purgatory. it also makes no sense that an angel would behave like Aziraphale. Matt does not much know what to make of the suggestion, and part of him is reviled by the idea someone would try and play his own faith against him, and the other is quietly stunned by the reality he has no particular argument why this stranger has wings, plenty of theological knowledge, and doesn't give any obvious tells that he's lying or manipulating when he makes a bald-faced claim to be an angel.
Matt takes his hands away, suddenly, and they fidget at his sides anxiously instead. )
You never claimed to be, I just... misunderstood. ( he confessed something truly terrible to a literal angel. that's his life right now. ) You're quite the higher order, indeed.
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A... an angel. ( Matt is incredibly well spoken and rarely finds himself speechless. this is really saying something that he doesn't exactly know what to say. he is a devout man, it is not that he doesn't believe in angels. he does, frightful and powerful and incomprehensible things, always at a distance from the tainted and failed remnants of humanity.
it doesn't make much sense that an angel would be in purgatory. it also makes no sense that an angel would behave like Aziraphale. Matt does not much know what to make of the suggestion, and part of him is reviled by the idea someone would try and play his own faith against him, and the other is quietly stunned by the reality he has no particular argument why this stranger has wings, plenty of theological knowledge, and doesn't give any obvious tells that he's lying or manipulating when he makes a bald-faced claim to be an angel.
Matt takes his hands away, suddenly, and they fidget at his sides anxiously instead. )
You never claimed to be, I just... misunderstood. ( he confessed something truly terrible to a literal angel. that's his life right now. ) You're quite the higher order, indeed.