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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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[lunchbreaks]

[ He's lost Aziraphale somewhere on the way, and looking around and finding that he hasn't seen where Crowley's gone off to, he goes back home, to wait, and sulk. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley stays away for a little over 12 hours. He would probably stay away longer----and he has before, for whole decades, during fights they've had---but hunger and exhaustion eventually overtake him. He limps back to the cabin feeling defeated. He can't even have a proper sulk like this.

He hates being dead.

He opens the door to the cabin.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale comes to the door with a cup of tea. ]

Are we talking or aren't we?

[sauntered_downward]

Do I have to apologize if we are?

[lunchbreaks]

No, but you must stop being angry at me for having done so.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley lets out a sigh through his nose]

It's not your job to apologize for me, angel. This wasn't your fault----I think everyone on your post said that, as well.

[lunchbreaks]

First of all, not everyone. Several people were indeed angry, and they have every right to be, of course.

Second of all, no. I apologized for me, I apologized because it was the right thing to do, to start making amends. People were hurt. Things were destroyed.

I can't take it back, but I can move forward.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley deflates.]

No, and you wouldn't take it back, either.

Always doing the right thing, you.

[lunchbreaks]

So. Will you come inside, then?

[sauntered_downward]

[he leans against the doorframe and gets himself up to limp inside. He starts for the stairs.]

I'm going to bed.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Aziraphale goes over to capture him and act as his crutch. ]

Alright. Let me get you to bed.

[sauntered_downward]

I can do it myself.

[Still, he doesn't push Aziraphale away this time.]

[lunchbreaks]

I don't know why you keep insisting on putting weight on this leg.

[sauntered_downward]

Can't exactly fly everywhere I need to go.

[He gets as far as the couch, which he drops down onto heavily. It was a long walk back to the cabin.]

[lunchbreaks]

Well, why not?

I doubt anyone in the town hasn't seen us now.

[sauntered_downward]

I don't think anyone did. [sniff] Except for the human soldier person, I'm sure he saw everything, but he already knows.

[lunchbreaks]

Do you just think everyone is blind? We did get pretty far.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley shrugs]

You can tell everyone, if you like. I know you've wanted to.

[lunchbreaks]

You know I don't like to lie when I don't have to.

[ And he's had to all these years, to Heaven. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley looks up at Aziraphale and gives him a small, fond smile.]

I know.

[lunchbreaks]

Can I carry you to bed? Would you like me to read to you?

[sauntered_downward]

No, just...just give me a minute, I can walk it. I'll just need you to let me lean on you.

[lunchbreaks]

Alright.

[ He also takes a seat on the couch while he waits. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley sits in silence for a moment, eventually reaching down and putting a hand on his leg.]

This injury is really...stupid.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, I know. But we're.. dead now. And that makes us almost human.

[ He also hates his injury. ]