Crowley looks helplessly at Aziraphale. He's still covered in the ash from the burning bar, still without his sunglasses----vulnerable, and more than a little beaten. He couldn't protect him. All his cleverness, and he couldn't protect Aziraphale from Hastur. If this is what one day on the run is going to be like for them, they might as well cash themselves in before they even begin.
"They didn't follow me here," he says. "I know that, I checked that. This has to be off their radar."
It has to be. Because Aziraphale is still hurt. He still has to heal. They can't keep running like this.
no subject
Crowley looks helplessly at Aziraphale. He's still covered in the ash from the burning bar, still without his sunglasses----vulnerable, and more than a little beaten. He couldn't protect him. All his cleverness, and he couldn't protect Aziraphale from Hastur. If this is what one day on the run is going to be like for them, they might as well cash themselves in before they even begin.
"They didn't follow me here," he says. "I know that, I checked that. This has to be off their radar."
It has to be. Because Aziraphale is still hurt. He still has to heal. They can't keep running like this.