[ It's not that Aziraphale forgets, either, but just that his faith is strong, his optimism thoroughly unshakable. He hadn't wanted to drown an entire civilization of humans, but it was God's will. And so this must have been as well, hadn't it been? They've seen the good, bad and ugly of the human condition, hadn't they? They'd lived through wars and god-emperors and dictators alike, this was just the latest iteration.
Nevertheless, he can see how this one has particularly gotten to Crowley. Maybe it's the last straw, maybe he's just tired for being blamed for such atrocities. In either case, Aziraphale pours himself a glass and slots himself on the cushy couch next to Crowley, half on his arm simply due to the lack of geographic space on said couch. ]
Oh, well. The usual.
[ Closing up shop early, not selling a thing, and looking up every page or two from his tomes, pointedly at the phone as if it might ring or else catch on fire. Normal. ]
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Nevertheless, he can see how this one has particularly gotten to Crowley. Maybe it's the last straw, maybe he's just tired for being blamed for such atrocities. In either case, Aziraphale pours himself a glass and slots himself on the cushy couch next to Crowley, half on his arm simply due to the lack of geographic space on said couch. ]
Oh, well. The usual.
[ Closing up shop early, not selling a thing, and looking up every page or two from his tomes, pointedly at the phone as if it might ring or else catch on fire. Normal. ]
But it's been quite dull without you.