[ Aziraphale laughs, a little helplessly, shaking his head. He's still rattled by the whole thing, still not quite sure what's happening to him. What if something really is wrong, and sleeping had been only a temporary stopgap? ]
I'm sure I don't know, Crowley. How would I?
[ It's not said cruelly, though. He doesn't reach out to Crowley either, but he almost feels as if he wants to. As if it would be a comfort, for Crowley to take his hand, or even embrace him, reassure him that everything was all right...
[ 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. ]
[It doesn't go completely uncontested this time, either, although his protest only goes so far as glancing away and scoffing.]
Shut up. Got a reputation to uphold.
[The agitated feeling in the pit of his stomach - what he'd dismissed as worry, before Aziraphale woke up - isn't going away, however, and has gotten only stronger since Aziraphale mentioned food.
He doesn't like it.
He rolls to his feet and offers Aziraphale a hand up.]
Let's go get something to eat. Been cooped up in this room too long.
[ He doesn't point out that Crowley doesn't have any reputation at all here, or that Hell and its agents are far away. Instead he just smiles, taking the offered hand gratefully and just a touch too eagerly. ]
Oh, yes, please, I don't know when I was last this hungry.
[Once he helps Aziraphale up, Crowley finds his sunglasses and his shoes and shrugs on his jacket, buying time for Aziraphale to put his shoes on as well.]
Shall we play Russian Roulette with the robot in the canteen, or take the further walk into town for some hearty medieval fare?
[ Now that he's rested, the thought of a walk across town doesn't seem nearly so insurmountable as even climbing the flights of stairs to Crowley's room had just a day before. Aziraphale shuffles into his shoes - the human way; they'd both learned fairly quickly that miracles were something to be conserved here - and gives Crowley a wide-eyed, hopeful look. ]
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I'm sure I don't know, Crowley. How would I?
[ It's not said cruelly, though. He doesn't reach out to Crowley either, but he almost feels as if he wants to. As if it would be a comfort, for Crowley to take his hand, or even embrace him, reassure him that everything was all right...
He turns to him instead, searching his face. ]
Did you really stay here? The whole time?
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[The answer is simple and to the point.]
I know you don't sleep. Figured it'd make you feel better to have a friendly face there when you woke up.
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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.
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Shut up. Got a reputation to uphold.
[The agitated feeling in the pit of his stomach - what he'd dismissed as worry, before Aziraphale woke up - isn't going away, however, and has gotten only stronger since Aziraphale mentioned food.
He doesn't like it.
He rolls to his feet and offers Aziraphale a hand up.]
Let's go get something to eat. Been cooped up in this room too long.
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[ He doesn't point out that Crowley doesn't have any reputation at all here, or that Hell and its agents are far away. Instead he just smiles, taking the offered hand gratefully and just a touch too eagerly. ]
Oh, yes, please, I don't know when I was last this hungry.
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[Once he helps Aziraphale up, Crowley finds his sunglasses and his shoes and shrugs on his jacket, buying time for Aziraphale to put his shoes on as well.]
Shall we play Russian Roulette with the robot in the canteen, or take the further walk into town for some hearty medieval fare?
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Did you say "hearty fare"?