[ It's not like it's strange for Crowley to reach out like that. That is not, in fact, what makes Aziraphale worry, because he already was worried. He takes the hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, then moves to stand in front of Crowley and take his other hand. ]
What's wrong, dear?
[ He can tell there's something. No point trying to hide it. ]
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What's wrong, dear?
[ He can tell there's something. No point trying to hide it. ]