The only reason Aziraphale might not know how it is to not be forgiven, or to suddenly have that available when it's never been, it's because he's had someone who tolerated his mistakes and misgivings. And it certainly wasn't other angels, for as much as he attempted to put faith in his kin by the end. He'd always been rather blind to a lot of concepts, naive, still is, but most most of them can be traced back to justifiable origins.
Long pauses keep on creeping into the conversation, short respites to process grand topics. It's necessary, and possible, and holding and being held through it is... Somewhat grounding. Comforting. He didn't think he would have felt like he needed it.
"I don't think I knew we were." He finally says, quietly, letting his head rest against Crowley's. "I didn't..." But he stutters into a pause and a soft huff. And chooses to turn the conversation away from himself - it's safer. Easier, probably. At least, easier to find the words for. "I'm sorry, Crowley."
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Date: 2020-04-01 01:44 pm (UTC)Long pauses keep on creeping into the conversation, short respites to process grand topics. It's necessary, and possible, and holding and being held through it is... Somewhat grounding. Comforting. He didn't think he would have felt like he needed it.
"I don't think I knew we were." He finally says, quietly, letting his head rest against Crowley's. "I didn't..." But he stutters into a pause and a soft huff. And chooses to turn the conversation away from himself - it's safer. Easier, probably. At least, easier to find the words for. "I'm sorry, Crowley."