Date: 2019-08-05 12:02 am (UTC)
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He feels Crowley takes his hand. And he's taken back to that moment in the plane, so sorely interrupted. A moment he felt never quite had its true end. Moments like these, whatever they really are, never seem to.

He blinks, though, mildly surprised by the information. "A temple?" Aziraphale pauses for a moment, thinking about it, keeping his eyes on Crowley. "And it's...safe?"
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