[ Crowley shrugs a bit just to make sure Aziraphale was comfortably situated and, as he was getting off the elevator, is shoulder-checked by an over-excited guest.
Crowley is about to lose his temper at the laughing patron when he suddenly sees Aziraphale arching through the air, plummeting towards the polished marble floors.
He dives.
It's not very elegant. More half-tripping over his gangling limbs as he extends his hands in a sort-of controlled fall. He catches Aziraphale midway, but winds up face-planting on the floor. There's a crack and Crowley tastes his own blood, but Aziraphale is still warm and breathing in his arms. A dislocated nose is a small price to pay for that. ]
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Crowley is about to lose his temper at the laughing patron when he suddenly sees Aziraphale arching through the air, plummeting towards the polished marble floors.
He dives.
It's not very elegant. More half-tripping over his gangling limbs as he extends his hands in a sort-of controlled fall. He catches Aziraphale midway, but winds up face-planting on the floor. There's a crack and Crowley tastes his own blood, but Aziraphale is still warm and breathing in his arms. A dislocated nose is a small price to pay for that. ]
Alright, angel...?