"No," Crowley says, just a fraction too quickly. "I just didn't want - "
He looks down at his hands, worrying at the earpiece of his sunglasses.
"I know the racket you make when you get up in the middle of the night looking for food."
That's a lie, or almost entirely. On those occasions when Aziraphael feels the need for a late-night cup of tea, it's very rarely the noise that wakes Crowley.
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Date: 2009-08-12 04:40 am (UTC)He looks down at his hands, worrying at the earpiece of his sunglasses.
"I know the racket you make when you get up in the middle of the night looking for food."
That's a lie, or almost entirely. On those occasions when Aziraphael feels the need for a late-night cup of tea, it's very rarely the noise that wakes Crowley.