[He hates the sensation that he's missing something, that there's a layer of the conversation he can't parse out, and maybe it's that he's scared to dig too deeply into it. He hates that smile, too, when Aziraphale gets all cold and too calm.]
I'm sorry. [a little shaky, and he draws back, draws in on himself.] I don't want to hurt you.
[He's not sure why saying that feels as if he's failed somehow.]
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I'm sorry. [a little shaky, and he draws back, draws in on himself.] I don't want to hurt you.
[He's not sure why saying that feels as if he's failed somehow.]