When Crowley saw Raphael's intimate little gesture, he had the sudden urge to rush over and rip the archangel's arms off.
Trying not to think about that impulse too much, and, after thinking about it anyway, blaming it solely on his worry over the angel's lingering fever and nothing else, he restrained himself and instead walked closer to Aziraphale's bed. Crowley laid his hand atop Aziraphale's, surreptitiously, and waited to see if Raphael's healing powers would work.
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Date: 2005-09-03 11:12 pm (UTC)Trying not to think about that impulse too much, and, after thinking about it anyway, blaming it solely on his worry over the angel's lingering fever and nothing else, he restrained himself and instead walked closer to Aziraphale's bed. Crowley laid his hand atop Aziraphale's, surreptitiously, and waited to see if Raphael's healing powers would work.