In only a few minutes, he'd gone from falling out of a tree, to making a god cry, to being approached by Crowley, to being clung to by said god. (At least, the angel decided, glancing at the god's face, he wasn't crying anymore.)
"Um," he said, freezing as well at the look on Crowley's face, and the too-quiet tone of his voice. The angel let go and tried to pull away, but Hermes' arms gripped him too tightly. He'd obviously misunderstood Aziraphale's intentions. The angel could see Crowley's restrained stance in the edge of his vision. He wasn't the only one.
A small thread of panic wound its way down his spine as humiliation reddened his cheeks. Slowly, he reached around and undid Hermes' grip, brought the god's hands around to his front, and clasped them together. "Terribly sorry," he said quietly, eyes on Crowley as he spoke. "But enough. Please.
"Yes?" he finally answered, turning to his waiting lover. "Did you want to say something?"
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In only a few minutes, he'd gone from falling out of a tree, to making a god cry, to being approached by Crowley, to being clung to by said god. (At least, the angel decided, glancing at the god's face, he wasn't crying anymore.)
"Um," he said, freezing as well at the look on Crowley's face, and the too-quiet tone of his voice. The angel let go and tried to pull away, but Hermes' arms gripped him too tightly. He'd obviously misunderstood Aziraphale's intentions. The angel could see Crowley's restrained stance in the edge of his vision. He wasn't the only one.
A small thread of panic wound its way down his spine as humiliation reddened his cheeks. Slowly, he reached around and undid Hermes' grip, brought the god's hands around to his front, and clasped them together. "Terribly sorry," he said quietly, eyes on Crowley as he spoke. "But enough. Please.
"Yes?" he finally answered, turning to his waiting lover. "Did you want to say something?"