[Despite himself, despite knowing that username, he picks up the call. He's certain he made his stance on everything that Anderson had to say fairly clear, so if the man is contacting him, there has to be a reason. Even if it was just to deliver some kind of threat, Crowley would rather know than not know. So he answers, clad in black as always, sunglasses firmly in place. He's out on the terrace, tending the garden there, so there's not much visible except the city skyline behind him.
He isn't expecting to see Anderson in a Christmas sweater, and he definitely isn't expecting to see photos of himself and Aziraphale. His breath catches, adrenaline spiking, like the feeling of stepping out of the way of an oncoming vehicle at the last second. There's no danger now, but this is a sudden reminder of how much danger there was, how close they came to being caught, long before they had the power to do anything about it. His heart is in his throat, but he fights it down, pushes past it to find his voice.]
Yes. I — yes. Please. [He doesn't have it in him to be sharp or clever or any of the other things he should be. Even with the fear they inspire, it's still Aziraphale.] I'll come get them, if you don't mind.
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He isn't expecting to see Anderson in a Christmas sweater, and he definitely isn't expecting to see photos of himself and Aziraphale. His breath catches, adrenaline spiking, like the feeling of stepping out of the way of an oncoming vehicle at the last second. There's no danger now, but this is a sudden reminder of how much danger there was, how close they came to being caught, long before they had the power to do anything about it. His heart is in his throat, but he fights it down, pushes past it to find his voice.]
Yes. I — yes. Please. [He doesn't have it in him to be sharp or clever or any of the other things he should be. Even with the fear they inspire, it's still Aziraphale.] I'll come get them, if you don't mind.