Aziraphale doesn't say a word as Crowley rambles on and fidgets and scrambles his way to the metaphorical exit, just sitting there with his glass in both hands. He doesn't look angry or irritated. Doesn't look offended or hurt. What he does look is mostly surprised, uncertain, as mentioned, and entirely more sober than he was a few minutes ago. Quite literally, on that last one.
He can't help but to go through parts of their evening where he might have missed the signs something was bothering the demon. A couple stand out, but he isn't about to ask him if this or that was about this...subject. Did he just not pay enough attention to how Crowley was feeling? Should he have?
"...hum." He shakes off those thoughts for a moment, or tries to, lest he fall too far down into his doubting mind. Composes himself, keeps the glass in his hands still. "Why-- why do you want to know that?"
Don't think they're going to necessarily argue but still awkward
Date: 2020-03-26 07:34 pm (UTC)Aziraphale doesn't say a word as Crowley rambles on and fidgets and scrambles his way to the metaphorical exit, just sitting there with his glass in both hands. He doesn't look angry or irritated. Doesn't look offended or hurt. What he does look is mostly surprised, uncertain, as mentioned, and entirely more sober than he was a few minutes ago. Quite literally, on that last one.
He can't help but to go through parts of their evening where he might have missed the signs something was bothering the demon. A couple stand out, but he isn't about to ask him if this or that was about this...subject. Did he just not pay enough attention to how Crowley was feeling? Should he have?
"...hum." He shakes off those thoughts for a moment, or tries to, lest he fall too far down into his doubting mind. Composes himself, keeps the glass in his hands still. "Why-- why do you want to know that?"