( better yet, exhausted is hardly even the right word for it. at least not at current. the tiredness that pulls at his bones and tugs at his limbs isn't that pressing, a new weight added onto his usually weightless body. it's a weight that aziraphale knows that he could ignore, but—
well.
he thinks that he should be honest about it when the two of them are alone.
then crowley mentions a nap and the gears of aziraphale's mind immediately start turning in a different direction. )
A nap? ( then a beat and aziraphale is immediately turning his head to look at crowley. ) What do you mean it works for you?
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well.
he thinks that he should be honest about it when the two of them are alone.
then crowley mentions a nap and the gears of aziraphale's mind immediately start turning in a different direction. )
A nap? ( then a beat and aziraphale is immediately turning his head to look at crowley. ) What do you mean it works for you?
( did demons get tired? )