He turns around to say something like, fat chance, I've got a whole year to catch up on, only Aziraphael's looking right at him when he does - and his eyes, crinkling around the edges again, are such a fine, clear blue that it reaches straight into his brain and plucks out something quite different, instead.
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Date: 2009-08-23 04:13 pm (UTC)