[Ah, that's what this is about. Crowley sighs, vanishing the photos with a wave of his hand, moving to sit closer to Lilith.
He doesn't reach out, but it's a close thing.]
You can help her by being there. [This too, he understands. Crowley's always known how awful Heaven could be, how unkind they were to Aziraphale, but there was no fighting them. Not like that.] Give her somewhere she's safe.
[Not a physical space, necessarily. He's suggesting that Lilith be the safety, the port in the storm, as it were. It's what he tried to do for Aziraphale, giving him somewhere he could be himself and forget about Heaven, at least for a while.]
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He doesn't reach out, but it's a close thing.]
You can help her by being there. [This too, he understands. Crowley's always known how awful Heaven could be, how unkind they were to Aziraphale, but there was no fighting them. Not like that.] Give her somewhere she's safe.
[Not a physical space, necessarily. He's suggesting that Lilith be the safety, the port in the storm, as it were. It's what he tried to do for Aziraphale, giving him somewhere he could be himself and forget about Heaven, at least for a while.]