"Right," Aziraphale said doubtfully. "It's just you looked a bit - well." Peaky. Troubled. Awful. Perhaps it would be better to leave it alone. "Never mind."
He glanced out of the crevice at the Cave. Somehow it seemed worse out there than in here, suddenly, despite this man and his cigarette and his sadness. He wanted to stay and ask questions and above all else wanted to say his own name aloud. But that would be tremendously stupid, and besides, he had intruded.
He pressed clasped hands to his lips for just a moment, as if praying, although he generally didn't, anymore.
"Sorry again," he said. "I'll just be going. Ah - if you do end up needing - anything - " Aziraphale hesitated for a long moment, weighing his options. "John Gates. At the Library. Or, well, I'll be around."
Pausing at the mouth of the crevice, he turned. "Oh, and you are?"
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He glanced out of the crevice at the Cave. Somehow it seemed worse out there than in here, suddenly, despite this man and his cigarette and his sadness. He wanted to stay and ask questions and above all else wanted to say his own name aloud. But that would be tremendously stupid, and besides, he had intruded.
He pressed clasped hands to his lips for just a moment, as if praying, although he generally didn't, anymore.
"Sorry again," he said. "I'll just be going. Ah - if you do end up needing - anything - " Aziraphale hesitated for a long moment, weighing his options. "John Gates. At the Library. Or, well, I'll be around."
Pausing at the mouth of the crevice, he turned. "Oh, and you are?"