Crowley plucks clumsily at a wrinkle in the bedspread, meets Aziraphael's eyes with a crooked grin, looks away again.
Here they are.
(He'd say something, only he doesn't think it would come out right, on account of it's hard to hear himself think over the thud-thudding of his pulse in his ears. Here they are.)
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Date: 2009-08-25 02:21 pm (UTC)Here they are.
(He'd say something, only he doesn't think it would come out right, on account of it's hard to hear himself think over the thud-thudding of his pulse in his ears. Here they are.)