"I'm - " Crowley says, and his fingers tighten a little around Aziraphael's. "I didn't do it for you. I mean - I haven't seen it either."
Abruptly (and not, at all) he doesn't want to - wants to go back, and have a hot drink, and a hot shower, and fall asleep sated and comfortable with his feet warmed by Aziraphael's legs, and think: it doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world.
There's barely any light; only the faint luminescence of the stars cupping the horizon, and a few blinking pinpricks on the dashboard. The red one reflects off Crowley's sunglasses (on, off); it's the only colour, against black hair, and black coat, and pale skin.
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Date: 2008-12-03 03:10 am (UTC)Abruptly (and not, at all) he doesn't want to - wants to go back, and have a hot drink, and a hot shower, and fall asleep sated and comfortable with his feet warmed by Aziraphael's legs, and think: it doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world.
There's barely any light; only the faint luminescence of the stars cupping the horizon, and a few blinking pinpricks on the dashboard. The red one reflects off Crowley's sunglasses (on, off); it's the only colour, against black hair, and black coat, and pale skin.