Aziraphale brings both his arms around him. Surprising, really, how he can just do that now. That they can both be vulnerable, and the potential to go through millenia of conversations and arguments and misunderstandings. It's completely, utterly terrifying to consider.
He struggles to reply. "We... Both said a lot of things then. No a lot of them quite good." He does admit it, vaguely. If he faces the misguiving in that argument too directly, that'll just send him to the next thing, and the next, and an infinite line of things he did wrong. Given the choice, he rather not. But he feels like he might not have a choice in the first place.
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Date: 2020-04-01 11:38 am (UTC)He struggles to reply. "We... Both said a lot of things then. No a lot of them quite good." He does admit it, vaguely. If he faces the misguiving in that argument too directly, that'll just send him to the next thing, and the next, and an infinite line of things he did wrong. Given the choice, he rather not. But he feels like he might not have a choice in the first place.