[There's some bitter retort on the tip of his tongue, his usual sarcasm rearing from the earth of his being; why yes angel, why didn't he think of that, just not fall?.
He bites it back, because Aziraphale is doing that thing where he's wringing his hands and Crowley knows it isn't the time. He knows Aziraphale's tells like he knows the back of his hand, and there is the fidgeting where Crowley has asked the kind of uncomfortable questions that draw in little flecks of Doubt, and then there's the fidgeting where Aziraphale might have done something that was both absurdly kind and very against the the Rules, and then there's the fidgeting when something is very, very wrong.
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Date: 2023-07-08 08:31 am (UTC)He bites it back, because Aziraphale is doing that thing where he's wringing his hands and Crowley knows it isn't the time. He knows Aziraphale's tells like he knows the back of his hand, and there is the fidgeting where Crowley has asked the kind of uncomfortable questions that draw in little flecks of Doubt, and then there's the fidgeting where Aziraphale might have done something that was both absurdly kind and very against the the Rules, and then there's the fidgeting when something is very, very wrong.
The sharp look melts away into worry.]
Angel...? What's wrong...?
[His tone is plaintive, soft.]