The Hand Is What Fucked Me Up. Its Just Such A Small Thing, But Such A Loud Detail. Crowley Pulls Him

The hand is what fucked me up. It’s just such a small thing, but such a loud detail. Crowley pulls him in, kisses him deep, and desperate, and anguished, and longing, and Aziraphale flounders. His hand quivers and moves without any idea what he’s supposed to do; he’s at a loss. He’s shocked, and confused, and the whiplash of going from trying to convince Crowley he’s gotten them everything they could ever want, to this. To everything he doesn’t know how deal with, and never expected. And yet. His hand stops. He plants it firm on Crowley’s back, and for just a moment, he presses into to kiss too. He know this is what he wants; he can feel it. That instant is everything, yet somehow it meant nothing, because it was only a terribly fleeting moment inside a terribly fleeting moment.

…I’d say Mumbo left with the brain cell, but considering this worked one has to wonder if there was ever a braincell between the three of them to begin with

You sneer at my quivering hands,

When you know

You’re the reason.

Somehow still you blame me;

It must be my cowardice,

Never your cruelty,

Never your casual barbs,

Strangling me into some timid,

Pathetic thing.

It can’t be your fault,

Even when I show you all my cracks,

And tell you how you did it…

You snarl and snap as though attacked,

By my soft reason,

spoken in doctors’ tongue,

Paraphrased from the mouths

That see my broken brain and every other

Deficiency

Caused by you.

Feeling goreny.

Recently discovered that coffee makes me normal

But only sometimes.

Like 40% of the time.

And when it works

My brain gets weird

So much more distractable

But like I’m doing this and moving around so-

Also I think it makes me sleep better??

And do a lot more hand shakes…

Is this how coffee is supposed to work

The comics be drawing Leatherhead quite…

That is to say he looking very-

Um

I mean…

He just kinda-

Wow

Um

Jeez