Balthazar's reaction draws a smile out of Aziraphale -- fleeting, but amused. "I consider myself very fortunate to have met many creative humans, or at least witness them at their craft firsthand. They are here and gone so quickly..." With a sober expression, he sets down his glass and adds quietly, "I was with him when he died. Whatever I was incapable of feeling for him, he was as close as I've dared let a human mean to me. There have only been a few like that, over the years."
Crowley once asked him how someone as clever as he is could be so stupid, and though it was said in a fit of pique, the demon wasn't all that far off the mark. The way the angel achieves it is through a denial so intense that Freud could have written an entire series of books about it. Despite this, there is a genuine flash of panic in his eyes when Balthazar brings up the idea of talking to Crowley about things, and he shakes his head rapidly at the suggestion.
"Why on Earth would I -- what is there to discuss with him? Crowley, old chap, it appears that Balthazar thinks you're courting me? Because I can assure you, if he had any sort of feelings for me in that regard, he would have told me. He was the one who initiated our Arrangement, he was the one who called us friends when I was too afraid to admit the same, if he had any sort of romantic intentions towards me, he'd have no reason to keep quiet about that, either."
You go too fast for me, Crowley. Aziraphale's own words come back to him suddenly, like an accusatory ghost. And like a ghost, he pales a bit as he remembers them, his lips pressed tightly together.
"L-look, this... why are we even talking about this? The whole reason we came over was because of your relationship. Crowley and I are doing just fine. There's no need to start poking at a perfectly good friendship."
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:00 pm (UTC)Crowley once asked him how someone as clever as he is could be so stupid, and though it was said in a fit of pique, the demon wasn't all that far off the mark. The way the angel achieves it is through a denial so intense that Freud could have written an entire series of books about it. Despite this, there is a genuine flash of panic in his eyes when Balthazar brings up the idea of talking to Crowley about things, and he shakes his head rapidly at the suggestion.
"Why on Earth would I -- what is there to discuss with him? Crowley, old chap, it appears that Balthazar thinks you're courting me? Because I can assure you, if he had any sort of feelings for me in that regard, he would have told me. He was the one who initiated our Arrangement, he was the one who called us friends when I was too afraid to admit the same, if he had any sort of romantic intentions towards me, he'd have no reason to keep quiet about that, either."
You go too fast for me, Crowley. Aziraphale's own words come back to him suddenly, like an accusatory ghost. And like a ghost, he pales a bit as he remembers them, his lips pressed tightly together.
"L-look, this... why are we even talking about this? The whole reason we came over was because of your relationship. Crowley and I are doing just fine. There's no need to start poking at a perfectly good friendship."