But Aziraphale looks up with concern and his steps slow to a stop. Crowley's face betrays nothing, and that tells him everything he needs to know. Oh, what a foolish angel. He is a bastard indeed.
To be honest, in retrospect, he isn't even sure he hadn't been dying. Sudden dis-corporation-by-Heavenly-circle had to be a very different sensation from drinking oneself to death, he imagined, and Crowley had acted so quickly to save him. It had been over before he had the chance to really face his own mortality.
"Of the party," he says, "or the part where I almost died?
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But Aziraphale looks up with concern and his steps slow to a stop. Crowley's face betrays nothing, and that tells him everything he needs to know. Oh, what a foolish angel. He is a bastard indeed.
To be honest, in retrospect, he isn't even sure he hadn't been dying. Sudden dis-corporation-by-Heavenly-circle had to be a very different sensation from drinking oneself to death, he imagined, and Crowley had acted so quickly to save him. It had been over before he had the chance to really face his own mortality.
"Of the party," he says, "or the part where I almost died?