Once past the lingering unease he'd felt at the cats' presence, Aziraphale looks to Spike and Sunshine in hopes of some kind of explanation, which - he sort of gets. Mostly he ends up glancing between them in increasing embarrassment as their personal drama unravels aggressively, thinking I should probably do something, when Spike finally describes what's been happening to him - and Sunshine explodes before he can.
Not that he'd explode. He certainly wouldn't. But he does manage an incredulous, appalled "Weeks!" just as Sunshine launches into her tirade.
"Please, both of you," he says desperately, stepping closer, his hands waving in a terribly inadequate effort to calm them, as one might dispel smoke. "She is right, though, Spike, you should have come to me at once. That is I - I don't know what sort of blood it is you need, but I can at least-" Oh, why bother explaining when he can just do it.
He reaches out and touches Spike gingerly on the brow. It's not nutrients he's providing so much as something simpler, life, preservation. It may not be a permanent resolution but it will be enough for now.
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Not that he'd explode. He certainly wouldn't. But he does manage an incredulous, appalled "Weeks!" just as Sunshine launches into her tirade.
"Please, both of you," he says desperately, stepping closer, his hands waving in a terribly inadequate effort to calm them, as one might dispel smoke. "She is right, though, Spike, you should have come to me at once. That is I - I don't know what sort of blood it is you need, but I can at least-" Oh, why bother explaining when he can just do it.
He reaches out and touches Spike gingerly on the brow. It's not nutrients he's providing so much as something simpler, life, preservation. It may not be a permanent resolution but it will be enough for now.