Aziraphale gave Ellie his most grateful look as she took Hermes by the arm, leading him away with little fuss.
"Well, my dear, we are friends. Have I missed something or am I not allowed to have friends? If I recall correctly aren't you friends with Ellie? John? Half a dozen others?" Humiliation made him angry and offbeat; guilty when he wasn't certain he should be guilty. His wings flexed behind him, mostly from the stiffness of being reeled in so tightly for too long. It startled Aziraphale momentarily because he'd quite forgotten they were out, and he quite lost the thread of argument for a moment. But only a moment.
"Was it my attire? We're both shirtless," and his blue eyes, visible in the light of the bonfire, flicked down for the barest half-second. His gaze flicked back up to Crowley's cold face and grew angry (and defensive) again. "What, precisely, is the matter with you?"
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"Well, my dear, we are friends. Have I missed something or am I not allowed to have friends? If I recall correctly aren't you friends with Ellie? John? Half a dozen others?" Humiliation made him angry and offbeat; guilty when he wasn't certain he should be guilty. His wings flexed behind him, mostly from the stiffness of being reeled in so tightly for too long. It startled Aziraphale momentarily because he'd quite forgotten they were out, and he quite lost the thread of argument for a moment. But only a moment.
"Was it my attire? We're both shirtless," and his blue eyes, visible in the light of the bonfire, flicked down for the barest half-second. His gaze flicked back up to Crowley's cold face and grew angry (and defensive) again. "What, precisely, is the matter with you?"