“Please, please, look where you’re going!”
“I’m looking out the window,” Crowley said, as though Aziraphale wasn’t having a panic attack.
For his part, Aziraphale wondered what heart palpitations felt like. He practiced breathing because he liked it and it made things natural with mortal beings, but he had never really let his corporeal form deal with the complexities of a heartbeat beyond the normal kind.
“You’re looking out the wrong window.” Continue reading “Reverse”