That night he'd slept. On purpose, for the first time in his life.
He'd awakened early, but had not left the back room or bothered to straighten out his clothes. After Gabriel and Sunshine had left him, he had begun to drink, with a small break for unconsciousness, and upon rising the drinking continued. He has no immediate plans of stopping.
Crowley's arrival is... well, it's not surprising, exactly. There's a part of him that's immensely relieved, that he's all right, that he's here. Another part is tremendously daunted, for too many reasons. All that's left over can't be buggered to react at all.
He doesn't respond to the call. Crowley will find him.
He doesn't bother with eye contact, either. When Crowley steps into the back room and lays eyes on him he'll see Aziraphale calmly pouring wine into a new glass set out beside his own.
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He'd awakened early, but had not left the back room or bothered to straighten out his clothes. After Gabriel and Sunshine had left him, he had begun to drink, with a small break for unconsciousness, and upon rising the drinking continued. He has no immediate plans of stopping.
Crowley's arrival is... well, it's not surprising, exactly. There's a part of him that's immensely relieved, that he's all right, that he's here. Another part is tremendously daunted, for too many reasons. All that's left over can't be buggered to react at all.
He doesn't respond to the call. Crowley will find him.
He doesn't bother with eye contact, either. When Crowley steps into the back room and lays eyes on him he'll see Aziraphale calmly pouring wine into a new glass set out beside his own.
"Good morning," he says.