Aziraphale could tell him, he could. He feels like he should, as he's staring into his eyes, and the unsaid words are so much worse than before. The idea that this might be it. The idea that they've been around for thousands of years, adverted the literal end of the world, escaped punishment, have ran so far for so long, and that this, that this might be it.
But he can't say it. He can't say it now. He can't say it, because he has to believe that they'll make it.
"I'm not leaving without you." Quiet, the bite taken out of it, but no less real. He means it, and he knows Crowley knows he does.
He lingers, but the sound of the bar being hit with a blast of fire snaps him out of it. Aziraphale lets go of his sleeve, keeps himself lowered, fumbling his way out to one of the corridors to find any hiding mortals.
" I'll get them out, you--you keep yourself in one piece!"
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Date: 2019-08-13 04:18 pm (UTC)But he can't say it. He can't say it now. He can't say it, because he has to believe that they'll make it.
"I'm not leaving without you." Quiet, the bite taken out of it, but no less real. He means it, and he knows Crowley knows he does.
He lingers, but the sound of the bar being hit with a blast of fire snaps him out of it. Aziraphale lets go of his sleeve, keeps himself lowered, fumbling his way out to one of the corridors to find any hiding mortals.
" I'll get them out, you--you keep yourself in one piece!"
Please.