Aziraphale breathes out slowly as Crowley lays his hands down. Crowley's never healed him before. He's healed occasionally, reviving birds and so forth for Aziraphale's benefit, but it's never like this. It feels a little improper receiving such care from a demon, but they've passed enough boundaries at this point (after all he did just punch Satan in the face) that what's the difference?
And it is nice. He knows, of course, that there is goodness lurking in the demon, but it's nice to be on the receiving end.
"I know," he murmurs when Crowley remarks on his condition. He draws a breath through his teeth, feeling all of Crowley's work acutely - and then Crowley gives him that glorious dose of relief, numbing him to the pain.
"Oh," he breathes. "Much better, thank you." He hesitates, and then says, with far greater intent, "Thank you, Crowley."
Which is when the intrusion occurs. He starts, though he can't exactly move, at the new presence and the voice. He looks up, wide-eyed, as Gabriel practically shoves Crowley away from him.
"Wait-" he protests faintly, but Gabriel is already getting to work, and there is a notable improvement. He sighs, only somewhat mollified.
His brother. He feels his gut clench at the memory of Lucifer using that term with him.
"Then he is from your world," he says. "I'd suspected as much." Now that they've been joined, he'd much rather be upright and able to face them and converse properly, instead of stuck lying on his face. He twists his head up as much as he can to get a look at the Archangel. "Was it you he was going to see? Did he harm you?"
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And it is nice. He knows, of course, that there is goodness lurking in the demon, but it's nice to be on the receiving end.
"I know," he murmurs when Crowley remarks on his condition. He draws a breath through his teeth, feeling all of Crowley's work acutely - and then Crowley gives him that glorious dose of relief, numbing him to the pain.
"Oh," he breathes. "Much better, thank you." He hesitates, and then says, with far greater intent, "Thank you, Crowley."
Which is when the intrusion occurs. He starts, though he can't exactly move, at the new presence and the voice. He looks up, wide-eyed, as Gabriel practically shoves Crowley away from him.
"Wait-" he protests faintly, but Gabriel is already getting to work, and there is a notable improvement. He sighs, only somewhat mollified.
His brother. He feels his gut clench at the memory of Lucifer using that term with him.
"Then he is from your world," he says. "I'd suspected as much." Now that they've been joined, he'd much rather be upright and able to face them and converse properly, instead of stuck lying on his face. He twists his head up as much as he can to get a look at the Archangel. "Was it you he was going to see? Did he harm you?"