Crowley feels a shock of relief, a cold shiver mingling with the panic and anxiety already leaving him on edge. He scrabbles closer to the hand, to where Grey is, and begins moving rocks away more quickly to try and get into the opening.
"Aziraphale," he answers, "Aziraphale, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry angel --"
He doesn't know, exactly, what he's sorry for. For not, somehow, preventing this. For not finding him faster, maybe. For the mess this is all sure to make, for -- oh, for everything really. He fumbles rocks aside until the opening is big enough to plunge both his arms into, grabbing for Aziraphale impatiently to try and draw him out. So he can see him, make sure he's not -- not hurt, not trapped in some other way. So he can drag him into his arms and hold on for just a minute, regardless of how dirty they both are.
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Crowley feels a shock of relief, a cold shiver mingling with the panic and anxiety already leaving him on edge. He scrabbles closer to the hand, to where Grey is, and begins moving rocks away more quickly to try and get into the opening.
"Aziraphale," he answers, "Aziraphale, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry angel --"
He doesn't know, exactly, what he's sorry for. For not, somehow, preventing this. For not finding him faster, maybe. For the mess this is all sure to make, for -- oh, for everything really. He fumbles rocks aside until the opening is big enough to plunge both his arms into, grabbing for Aziraphale impatiently to try and draw him out. So he can see him, make sure he's not -- not hurt, not trapped in some other way. So he can drag him into his arms and hold on for just a minute, regardless of how dirty they both are.