"For now," Crowley agrees. He reaches up and presses a fingertip to his temples, reaching out his mind, trying to see if he can feel the thing, feel it anywhere nearby. All he feels is the city, the low levels of sin that he's used to seeking out everywhere.
"If it's still alive, it's not anywhere near us," he says. Does that mean they're safe? Certainly not. But staying around humans, staying here, in public, is probably the best they can do for the moment.
He looks over at Aziraphale and takes a breath. "Are you all right?"
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Date: 2019-07-27 02:31 am (UTC)"If it's still alive, it's not anywhere near us," he says. Does that mean they're safe? Certainly not. But staying around humans, staying here, in public, is probably the best they can do for the moment.
He looks over at Aziraphale and takes a breath. "Are you all right?"