Aziraphale looks at him suddenly, and, also suddenly, words fail him at first. Anxiously awkward, but he keeps his tone most even. "Oh, it--yes." It's fine.
That line had always been there. He can't remember who drew it - him, or Heaven, or God, or someone else entirely. He can't quite append the responsibility to Crowley, if he starts thinking too much about it. But Crowley had always respected it.
The line started to look a bit faded since That Week ended. Maybe it's the light.
"Quite alright."
The seatbelt light pings overhead. The stewardess begins gently waking up the sleeping passengers and collecting empty glasses.
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Date: 2019-07-24 12:07 pm (UTC)That line had always been there. He can't remember who drew it - him, or Heaven, or God, or someone else entirely. He can't quite append the responsibility to Crowley, if he starts thinking too much about it. But Crowley had always respected it.
The line started to look a bit faded since That Week ended. Maybe it's the light.
"Quite alright."
The seatbelt light pings overhead. The stewardess begins gently waking up the sleeping passengers and collecting empty glasses.