"Michael happened, damn it," said Crowley, scowling.
While his back was to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder. The right side of his upper back was red and scraped where he'd rolled on it. That's going to be sore for a couple of days, he thought. Then he turned back to examine the left side of his jaw again.
"I shared some unpleasant truths with his would-be boyfriend and Mikey was severely displeased."
Crowley wondered how much more he ought to tell Aziraphale about what he'd learned. The last time they'd discussed it, they had gotten into a big argument. But that had been before... He thought maybe he could risk it.
"Although I did learn some useful information afterwards. Turns out that Michael was indeed the one who tried to kill me," he refrained from adding, 'like I told you before', "...and he says he got the order from Gabriel."
He touched his lip again in the way that one cannot help prodding at a sore spot.
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While his back was to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder. The right side of his upper back was red and scraped where he'd rolled on it. That's going to be sore for a couple of days, he thought. Then he turned back to examine the left side of his jaw again.
"I shared some unpleasant truths with his would-be boyfriend and Mikey was severely displeased."
Crowley wondered how much more he ought to tell Aziraphale about what he'd learned. The last time they'd discussed it, they had gotten into a big argument. But that had been before... He thought maybe he could risk it.
"Although I did learn some useful information afterwards. Turns out that Michael was indeed the one who tried to kill me," he refrained from adding, 'like I told you before', "...and he says he got the order from Gabriel."
He touched his lip again in the way that one cannot help prodding at a sore spot.
"Fuck, that hurts."