He watched him with his tea cup, his own fingers drumming gently against the outside of his own. He kept an ear perked for any sounds of danger, those inconsolable words the demon had sputtered out earlier still present in the back of his mind - and for the sounds of an unmistakable engine from outside the shop as he calculated the time it took for a normal motor vehicle to drive from Mayfair to Soho in mid-evening traffic, taking into consideration that the owner of said motor vehicle would refused to drive it at a Normal Motor Vehicle speed, and determining that they had probably only a few minutes before things got even more complicated. If the Crowley in the Mayfair flat actually did what he always did, and try and swoop in to save the day like some strange, demonic savior.
"Hm...?" His eyebrows lifted in mild surprise as he realized what had been said before he gave a small smile. "Oh, Y-...yes, it is, rather. At the very least, I feel as if there is a great deal of the story that one or both of us is missing. But..." He drummed his fingers on his tea cup again before taking a drink. Under normal circumstances, he would think that he should word what he was going to say next very carefully, or risk the demon getting surly and huffy in indignation, but given what had transpired in the past half hour, he doubted there would be much of an argument. "Well, perhaps it's best left until you're feeling a bit more like yourself. There's no need to...to stress ourselves too much, for the time being."
Give him time to get over his shock and distress before making him explain at length just what he had been talking about before. It would do neither of them any good to make him tread through such intense emotional wounds again so quickly, and it wasn't as if they would have time to get a full explanation out in the time he suspected they had. Best to let him get comfortable and as at ease as he could before the next shock.
Wait. Should he warn him? That would be a rather rude thing to dump on his lap otherwise, wouldn't it?
Oh, but what if there was some small chance that this was all a ruse, and warning him would put Aziraphale in further danger? Was the demon in front of him-...?
No. No, he couldn't even think it, not with the familiarity of his soul and the very obvious pain he'd been experiencing so recently. He doubted any denizen of Hell would be able to successfully pull off such a convincing facade, could show enough emotional wisdom to know how to express so much pain. None but Crowley, himself, of course.
"Um...I...I feel maybe it's best to inform you, and I don't mean to alarm you, so...so, so..." He put the tea cup down again, shifted forward in his seat to sit up just a bit straighter, fidgeted with the hem of his waistcoat. "We may have a visitor very shortly. No one of Heaven, I assure you, I haven't had word with them since that whole debacle. I didn't realize you would be coming by, you see, and I suspect he's already on his way over, so I doubt I could reach him if I tried. Just so you aren't caught off guard, you understand."
Yeah. Sure. That worked. Just...some guy. Some random other person, no reason to worry. He hoped the smile on his face conveyed the reassurances he tried to give.
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Date: 2020-06-10 08:59 am (UTC)"Hm...?" His eyebrows lifted in mild surprise as he realized what had been said before he gave a small smile. "Oh, Y-...yes, it is, rather. At the very least, I feel as if there is a great deal of the story that one or both of us is missing. But..." He drummed his fingers on his tea cup again before taking a drink. Under normal circumstances, he would think that he should word what he was going to say next very carefully, or risk the demon getting surly and huffy in indignation, but given what had transpired in the past half hour, he doubted there would be much of an argument. "Well, perhaps it's best left until you're feeling a bit more like yourself. There's no need to...to stress ourselves too much, for the time being."
Give him time to get over his shock and distress before making him explain at length just what he had been talking about before. It would do neither of them any good to make him tread through such intense emotional wounds again so quickly, and it wasn't as if they would have time to get a full explanation out in the time he suspected they had. Best to let him get comfortable and as at ease as he could before the next shock.
Wait. Should he warn him? That would be a rather rude thing to dump on his lap otherwise, wouldn't it?
Oh, but what if there was some small chance that this was all a ruse, and warning him would put Aziraphale in further danger? Was the demon in front of him-...?
No. No, he couldn't even think it, not with the familiarity of his soul and the very obvious pain he'd been experiencing so recently. He doubted any denizen of Hell would be able to successfully pull off such a convincing facade, could show enough emotional wisdom to know how to express so much pain. None but Crowley, himself, of course.
"Um...I...I feel maybe it's best to inform you, and I don't mean to alarm you, so...so, so..." He put the tea cup down again, shifted forward in his seat to sit up just a bit straighter, fidgeted with the hem of his waistcoat. "We may have a visitor very shortly. No one of Heaven, I assure you, I haven't had word with them since that whole debacle. I didn't realize you would be coming by, you see, and I suspect he's already on his way over, so I doubt I could reach him if I tried. Just so you aren't caught off guard, you understand."
Yeah. Sure. That worked. Just...some guy. Some random other person, no reason to worry. He hoped the smile on his face conveyed the reassurances he tried to give.