[He realizes that in some point while trying to distract Aziraphale, he made himself feel better, which is a convenient side effect. Crowley finishes off his tea, then sets the cup back down on the tray so he can list sideways onto the sofa, stretching his legs out.]
We're good, yeah?
[It helps, to check, especially after heavier conversations. And it's easier to ask the question when his gaze is directed at the ceiling.]
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We're good, yeah?
[It helps, to check, especially after heavier conversations. And it's easier to ask the question when his gaze is directed at the ceiling.]