[ Crowley's instincts to shield Aziraphale are the same as the angel's to do exactly that for him. Pulling Aziraphale close just as the angel reaches for him, he wraps his wings around him, bracing himself for the worst.
The expected blow of energy doesn't come. Rather, there's the click of the door unlocking, and the light dims and fades back into the floor.
A small group of stern looking men in stern looking suits file in, politely stating this is a restricted area and that Crowley and Aziraphale should really get back to the hotel proper. ]
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The expected blow of energy doesn't come. Rather, there's the click of the door unlocking, and the light dims and fades back into the floor.
A small group of stern looking men in stern looking suits file in, politely stating this is a restricted area and that Crowley and Aziraphale should really get back to the hotel proper. ]