𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

So many things did happen, so fast, so much. Aziraphale isn't particularly good at keeping track of time, in the sense where hours and days and weeks can go by in the blink of an eye, for a creature far too old to pay attention to them. So, a single day, that started with flying across the world - on a plane! A real plane, a fantastic example of human endeavor -, had cruises through several life threatening instances, and landed them in confessions and honesty and a whole lot more... It's a lot. Perhaps more than he should be able to handle. But whatever stress he might carry with him might be dealt with accordingly.

It's his time to hold his breath, keep still, bite the inside of his lip, but then he puts his hands on Crowley's arms. It's a nervous but gentle gesture, a request, not a demand, for a momentary pause.

"Perhaps we should-" In a quiet voice, a sweet, if slightly anxious, smile up at the demon."-maybe move elsewhere?"