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[lunchbreaks]

Hello, um, everyone. This is Aziraphale. I know I haven't met all of you, but I have gotten to know a good number of you as of late, and I've come to like you all a great deal, so it doesn't sit quite right with me not to apologize for recent events.

The sinking of the ferry was inexcusable. Our-- my failure, was a direct result of poor planning and lack of transparency, but I do need all of you to know that the intention had been to find our only way out of Beacon as other methods had been exhausted, and it was always in the plan to make subsequent trips for everyone remaining who wished a return home.

But I know that no amount of good intention will bring it back, nor heal your injuries, nor surface the supplies it was carrying. For all this, I am deeply and terribly sorry; this was, in no way, how I should have repaid all your kindnesses. I understand your anger, and you can direct it at me, if you would like, if you have need of a place to focus your ire.

However, I am afraid, actually, that I must ask a favor. I have, though not for lack of trying, not been able to retrieve much of the sunken raw material - if anyone should lend abilities, magical or otherwise, to help in the rebuilding of the ferry or the docks, you will have my deepest gratitude, for whatever that is worth.

I will try to assist with this as much as I possibly can, and otherwise will be available to assist those who require healing, though my ability to do so has been stunted.

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[sauntered_downward]

[Meanwhile, Aziraphale's wings are slowly starting to look better, and Crowley has a little pile of feathers by himself.]

Not sure how we made it all those centuries apart from each other.

[lunchbreaks]

We'll have to take care not to waste another moment like we have in the past, dear.

[ He finishes with Crowley's wings, and feels a little sad that he doesn't have more to do. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley's hands hesitate over Aziraphale's wings. Crowley has hesitated so much in the past, and he's waited so long---maybe now is the time to not waste another moment, now is the time to---to---

He smooths down Aziraphale's wing.]

Good as new.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He gives them a shake, and then looks at them. They're so nice and shiny. ]

Lovely, thank you.

[ He catches Crowley's gaze and -- yes, what was he saying about not wasting another moment? ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley stares into the angel's eyes for a long moment----the angel he has adored from the moment he first saw him---and he finds himself holding his breath.

They could age. They could die. They could have only a few years left together before everything is really over. This is both a second and a last chance for them.

He lets his gaze drift down to the angel's lips just for a moment before he lets out his breath.]

Good night, angel.

[lunchbreaks]

[ He looks at Crowley and finds his eyes almost sliding closed of their own accord, drifting to his mouth, as he inches closer and-- oh.

He blinks owlishly, and wonders why he feels so disappointed. ]

Right.

Good night, Crowley.