"Ah." Aziraphale makes a delicately understanding face, or so he hopes. He considers, but by this point, Earth feels shockingly far away. What's the harm? He can understand, perhaps1, how quickly Crowley threw off their usual light trappings of pretending at humanity.
"If it's dreamless sleep you need, monsieur, I can help you with that," he offers.
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"If it's dreamless sleep you need, monsieur, I can help you with that," he offers.
1Not that he'll admit it to Crowley.