Aziraphael hears it, at least; it's enough to drag his gaze away from the slow revelation of the clouds and find Crowley hunched over, still clinging to the handle of the jeep.
"Crowley," he says, edging nearer. The landscape is eerily silent, save for a light wind echoing in his ears, and his voice carries. He puts one tentative hand on Crowley's side, allowing it to slide around to his front as Aziraphael's chest brushes the demon's back.
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Date: 2008-12-04 04:41 am (UTC)"Crowley," he says, edging nearer. The landscape is eerily silent, save for a light wind echoing in his ears, and his voice carries. He puts one tentative hand on Crowley's side, allowing it to slide around to his front as Aziraphael's chest brushes the demon's back.