[Aziraphale watches Crowley attempt to settle himself with a puzzled look on his face. He's used to all of the demon's mannerisms by now, but the question remains: what's got him all flustered? He'd tell him if it were serious, wouldn't he? Crowley doesn't keep things from him, not unless he thinks it'll upset him.
...oh. This must be about the texts, then. Well, that's all right. He was being too forward. Why would Crowley want to think about Aziraphale's unmentionables in the first place? Better to pretend like it never happened at all.]
It's nothing, dear.
[He smiles, trying to mask his crestfallen expression, and pours the two of them a drink. He gets up with both glasses and hands one to Crowley.]
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Date: 2020-03-09 03:32 pm (UTC)...oh. This must be about the texts, then. Well, that's all right. He was being too forward. Why would Crowley want to think about Aziraphale's unmentionables in the first place? Better to pretend like it never happened at all.]
It's nothing, dear.
[He smiles, trying to mask his crestfallen expression, and pours the two of them a drink. He gets up with both glasses and hands one to Crowley.]
Here. The malbec as promised.