[ It's not of course, and they both, he thinks, know it. No one else would have waited so patiently, for hours and hours not knowing when Aziraphale might wake. ]
Thank you, Crowley.
It...it did make me feel better. It does.
[ Both the reassuring normality of having Crowley there - not only in this particular instance, of course, but here, in this strange place. He can't imagine how lost and lonely he might have been, had he been pulled here all on his own...
Not only that, but something else, too. The thought of Crowley looking over him whilst he slept, guarding him, keeping him safe - even if there's nothing here to be kept safe from. It makes him feel protected, looked after, even loved, a feeling of warmth suffusing through him.
He looks sideways at Crowley, hesitating - this hadn't gone well the last time he'd attempted a similar compliment - but after a moment, he decides to go for it. ]
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Thank you, Crowley.
It...it did make me feel better. It does.
[ Both the reassuring normality of having Crowley there - not only in this particular instance, of course, but here, in this strange place. He can't imagine how lost and lonely he might have been, had he been pulled here all on his own...
Not only that, but something else, too. The thought of Crowley looking over him whilst he slept, guarding him, keeping him safe - even if there's nothing here to be kept safe from. It makes him feel protected, looked after, even loved, a feeling of warmth suffusing through him.
He looks sideways at Crowley, hesitating - this hadn't gone well the last time he'd attempted a similar compliment - but after a moment, he decides to go for it. ]
You know, my dear, you really are very kind.