[It isn't necessarily the wrong move, to give him that love, but it's another sudden intense feeling on top of everything else and it makes it impossible for him to keep everything buried the way he'd been hoping to. Instead, a sob wrenches free of him and his shoulders tremble, a painful hiccup of breath as he tries to get himself under control.]
Fuck — sorry. I can — I should go.
[Muffled, against the fabric of his trousers, and he doesn't move despite the words. It's not a purposeful manipulation, but he wants Aziraphale to tell him to stay.]
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Fuck — sorry. I can — I should go.
[Muffled, against the fabric of his trousers, and he doesn't move despite the words. It's not a purposeful manipulation, but he wants Aziraphale to tell him to stay.]