During this whole scene, Aziraphale simply...smiles. He watches and listens to him go on, finding the agitation over something like this rather endearing. Charming, even.
He doesn't quite hide his smile, but he glances down at his hands and tries to make it a little more subtle.
"Consider it forgotten and forgiven, my dear." He doesn't care that much. There were many conversations since, then, countless ones, riddled with varying tones of honest and sarcasm. "Water under the bridge." Or rain over the wall.
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Date: 2019-10-06 12:08 am (UTC)He doesn't quite hide his smile, but he glances down at his hands and tries to make it a little more subtle.
"Consider it forgotten and forgiven, my dear." He doesn't care that much. There were many conversations since, then, countless ones, riddled with varying tones of honest and sarcasm. "Water under the bridge." Or rain over the wall.