[The scale is poised on the edge, Crowley can feel it, and he can either tip one way into sincerity, or he can let the moment pass. He thinks, perhaps, that anything heavy, even with love and kindness, might be a little much for Aziraphale right now.
So he keeps his tone light, as he carefully stirs his tea.]
What's that old human saying? Practice makes perfect.
[It isn't dismissing the moment with a joke, because there's truth behind the words, but it's the sort of thing that doesn't require a response, and most important, it doesn't need to weigh either of them down with more emotion.]
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So he keeps his tone light, as he carefully stirs his tea.]
What's that old human saying? Practice makes perfect.
[It isn't dismissing the moment with a joke, because there's truth behind the words, but it's the sort of thing that doesn't require a response, and most important, it doesn't need to weigh either of them down with more emotion.]