Crowley shakes his head, an unconscious imitation of Aziraphael's gesture, and takes a step back (the better, perhaps, to run a hand through his hair, undoing all Aziraphael's good work). He's tired, and he's - he's not at his best, and he can't conceal the fact that wariness on his face is deepening into suspicion.
"That's not... what I asked."
It's a simple question. There's a simple answer. Just one. So why -
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Crowley shakes his head, an unconscious imitation of Aziraphael's gesture, and takes a step back (the better, perhaps, to run a hand through his hair, undoing all Aziraphael's good work). He's tired, and he's - he's not at his best, and he can't conceal the fact that wariness on his face is deepening into suspicion.
"That's not... what I asked."
It's a simple question. There's a simple answer. Just one. So why -