And if he ignores all else, if he pretends there is nothing else between them nor has there ever been, there is still this:
Aziraphael is an angel, and this is a cry for succour.
"Alright," he relents, face wan in the dying light.
(He does not want to have to pretend. He does not want to have to face the complicated and awkward and anxious dance that is every minute spent in Raguel's company. He is too tired to lie with any conviction.)
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And if he ignores all else, if he pretends there is nothing else between them nor has there ever been, there is still this:
Aziraphael is an angel, and this is a cry for succour.
"Alright," he relents, face wan in the dying light.
(He does not want to have to pretend. He does not want to have to face the complicated and awkward and anxious dance that is every minute spent in Raguel's company. He is too tired to lie with any conviction.)
(But he is too tired to lie with any conviction.)