[Normally, he might follow Aziraphale into the kitchen and bother him while he's making the tea, but Crowley decides to take the offered space and goes to the couch, trying to get his shit together.
They're fine, he has to remind himself. This is a good idea, talking about how to conduct themselves in a fight before they're actually in one. He just hates knowing that he was responsible for Aziraphale ignoring his own boundaries.
He wonders if being privy to Jon and Martin's latest fight is messing with him a bit. He wouldn't be all that surprised, considering how unfortunate that whole thing was, how angry he still is about it. Crowley sighs, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair so he can rub at the bridge of his nose, and after some indecision, decides to leave them there.
His boots come off, too, so he can curl up on the sofa. It isn't — entirely opening up, the glasses would be gone all together if that were the case, and he'd shed his jacket, too, but it's not as closed off as he was before.]
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They're fine, he has to remind himself. This is a good idea, talking about how to conduct themselves in a fight before they're actually in one. He just hates knowing that he was responsible for Aziraphale ignoring his own boundaries.
He wonders if being privy to Jon and Martin's latest fight is messing with him a bit. He wouldn't be all that surprised, considering how unfortunate that whole thing was, how angry he still is about it. Crowley sighs, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair so he can rub at the bridge of his nose, and after some indecision, decides to leave them there.
His boots come off, too, so he can curl up on the sofa. It isn't — entirely opening up, the glasses would be gone all together if that were the case, and he'd shed his jacket, too, but it's not as closed off as he was before.]