[ Crowley doesn't usually lean on Aziraphale--not as a literal figure of speech, but now seems to be the exception, his steps stumble slightly as he's led in through the door and Aziraphale's arms are right there. Crowley lets him have a little, just a little bit of his weight as he guides him to a chair, not unselfconscious about it but simply glad to be back, to be here, in the very familiar atmosphere of the bookshop. Aziraphale's chair is soft and comfortable and he sinks back into the cushions until he looks as though his spine has half-melted, tilting his head up towards Aziraphale and nodding at the offer of wine.
Something tight in his chest, something that felt a little like a vice clamped painfully taut beneath his ribs since the moment he found himself back in Hell finally begins to ease a little. He lets out a slow breath, just because it feels good to do so even if he doesn't technically need to breathe, and reaches out for the glass Aziraphale pours for him. ]
Oh, I got discorporated.
[ It doesn't surprise Crowley that Aziraphale didn't manage to hold his silence. If there's one thing that can be counted on, it's his concern: bothersome sometimes, but at the moment Crowley rather feels like basking in it, as though basking in the touch of warm sunshine. ]
Towards the end of the war. Couldn't send you any word, it all happened too fast.
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Something tight in his chest, something that felt a little like a vice clamped painfully taut beneath his ribs since the moment he found himself back in Hell finally begins to ease a little. He lets out a slow breath, just because it feels good to do so even if he doesn't technically need to breathe, and reaches out for the glass Aziraphale pours for him. ]
Oh, I got discorporated.
[ It doesn't surprise Crowley that Aziraphale didn't manage to hold his silence. If there's one thing that can be counted on, it's his concern: bothersome sometimes, but at the moment Crowley rather feels like basking in it, as though basking in the touch of warm sunshine. ]
Towards the end of the war. Couldn't send you any word, it all happened too fast.