[Aziraphale blinks, looking somewhat taken aback β lost for a response.]
Er β
[His mouth does this thing where it opens and closes and forms words that don't ever meet the air, as he apparently cycles through several answers that aren't good enough.]
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no subject
Er β
[His mouth does this thing where it opens and closes and forms words that don't ever meet the air, as he apparently cycles through several answers that aren't good enough.]
β yes, we're β we're old friends. And. Married. I β not literally, but when we arrived here, we β whoever brought us here β
[He gestures vaguely, trailing off.
Nailed it.]