Queen of Infinite Space

Crowley’s hand closes around Aziraphale’s wrist just in time, and he holds on tight for Somebody’s sake. This isn’t fingers twined in hope and goodbye while the ground opens up for the Morning Star. That was simple compared to this: one grand gesture versus two scared and lonely people who don’t know what they can do for each other.

“Just let me go.” Aziraphale doesn’t scream or beg, his voice too deadened to even sound resigned to the Fall. “Please. It hurts so much.”