[He knows exactly what Aziraphale is referring to when he's about to regale Crowley about just what he remembers, and the demon is intent to head him off at the start-]
Fine, fine, almost anywhere, you don't need to --
[Crowley cuts himself off as he sees the angel sag, and suddenly the air around him feels constricting and the back of his throat burns with worry.
He has never seen Aziraphale tired before.
He has certainly witnessed him fretting himself into such a frenzy and the world-weary aftermath hidden behind tight smiles and platitudes about faith in the Almighty, but this is something wholly different.
That's why Crowley doesn't recognize the bone-deep exhaustion for what it is at first; not in Aziraphale. Not until the angel sits down on the edge of his bed, and Crowley's heart plummets into his bowels.
They've never been in a position where they over-used their miracles. It's not like he thinks it's a bottomless well of power, but with how frugally they'd spent their existence, it may as well have been.]
Aziraphale? You alright...? Tell me what you're feeling.
[If there's pain, Crowley will have reason to worry. If it's just fatigue, then it's nothing a good nap can't sort out.]
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Fine, fine, almost anywhere, you don't need to --
[Crowley cuts himself off as he sees the angel sag, and suddenly the air around him feels constricting and the back of his throat burns with worry.
He has never seen Aziraphale tired before.
He has certainly witnessed him fretting himself into such a frenzy and the world-weary aftermath hidden behind tight smiles and platitudes about faith in the Almighty, but this is something wholly different.
That's why Crowley doesn't recognize the bone-deep exhaustion for what it is at first; not in Aziraphale. Not until the angel sits down on the edge of his bed, and Crowley's heart plummets into his bowels.
They've never been in a position where they over-used their miracles. It's not like he thinks it's a bottomless well of power, but with how frugally they'd spent their existence, it may as well have been.]
Aziraphale? You alright...? Tell me what you're feeling.
[If there's pain, Crowley will have reason to worry. If it's just fatigue, then it's nothing a good nap can't sort out.]