Crowley is very close to absolutely fixating on it when suddenly all his attention shifts to Aziraphale's face buried in his shoulder. The demon's brain absolutely whites out.
They don't do this. They barely touch, let alone this, and Crowley feels a rush of concern that Aziraphale's emotions might not be in his control.
"Hey, Aziraphale - you - you haven't had anything to drink yet, right?"
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Crowley is very close to absolutely fixating on it when suddenly all his attention shifts to Aziraphale's face buried in his shoulder. The demon's brain absolutely whites out.
They don't do this. They barely touch, let alone this, and Crowley feels a rush of concern that Aziraphale's emotions might not be in his control.
"Hey, Aziraphale - you - you haven't had anything to drink yet, right?"