"Very well," Aziraphale consented, following behind after a thorough check of the hall. "I'll put on a pot of tea," and there was one, steaming, when they arrived, the small table set and loaded with cream, milk, and sugar.
Crowley looked ill, even in the dim light of the library, and his aura - his look - wasn't well. If angels had instincts they would be screaming, telling him something was very wrong. "Oh, do sit down, the chairs here are very comfortable." He bit his lip, keeping his concern back, remembering the level of familiarity where he could, at least, offer him a hand into the chair, and help him settle comfortably in.
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Date: 2007-02-20 08:18 am (UTC)Crowley looked ill, even in the dim light of the library, and his aura - his look - wasn't well. If angels had instincts they would be screaming, telling him something was very wrong. "Oh, do sit down, the chairs here are very comfortable." He bit his lip, keeping his concern back, remembering the level of familiarity where he could, at least, offer him a hand into the chair, and help him settle comfortably in.