I'm sure. [ It's nice to be contrary for literally no reason sometimes. Familiar old patter. Aziraphale likes the comfort of familiar things and settled-in things.
So he leaves Crowley to the tea, because as humiliating as this has been, a solid cup of tea can do wonders and he knows precisely the way that Crowley makes tea. A little fixed point at the center of the universe. If he weren't sick of crying, he'd consider crying again.
He settles for making his way to the bed instead. Takes his moment. Makes certain that his face is clean, if nothing else. The tartan pajamas pass muster after a quick inspection, so he goes about methodically getting changed. Another little ritual. Something to focus on. ]
Barely had time to get out of practice.
[ What's a handful of linear years but the blink of an eye? ]
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So he leaves Crowley to the tea, because as humiliating as this has been, a solid cup of tea can do wonders and he knows precisely the way that Crowley makes tea. A little fixed point at the center of the universe. If he weren't sick of crying, he'd consider crying again.
He settles for making his way to the bed instead. Takes his moment. Makes certain that his face is clean, if nothing else. The tartan pajamas pass muster after a quick inspection, so he goes about methodically getting changed. Another little ritual. Something to focus on. ]
Barely had time to get out of practice.
[ What's a handful of linear years but the blink of an eye? ]