To say Crowley was confused would be putting it lightly. He had no idea what was going on, but at least Antia seemed to be picking it up more than him. She climbed down to his ear to whisper, "I think it's safe. Aziraphale seems to trust him. Stand down, Crowley."
At Antia's insistence and the clear lack of tension between Aziraphale and the stranger took the edge off Crowley's stress. After a moment, watching the stranger disappear up the stairs, he carefully set the book down.
He didn't quite understand what Aziraphale was going on about. What damage? What is he saying? He sits as directed, looking at the angel in confusion.
"What are you talking about? Aziraphale, what's going on? Who is that?!"
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Date: 2020-11-12 06:46 am (UTC)At Antia's insistence and the clear lack of tension between Aziraphale and the stranger took the edge off Crowley's stress. After a moment, watching the stranger disappear up the stairs, he carefully set the book down.
He didn't quite understand what Aziraphale was going on about. What damage? What is he saying? He sits as directed, looking at the angel in confusion.
"What are you talking about? Aziraphale, what's going on? Who is that?!"