Chapter 12

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Ever since Aziraphale started to shiver, Crowley had draped a pathetically thin blanket over Aziraphale and himself, hoping his own body heat would help keep his husband warm. The cold stone wall of the cell was still quite bothersome but at least the inside of the cell was warm.

"Ow." Aziraphale whimpered.

"What's wrong angel?" Crowley asked softly as Gabriel peered through the bars of their shared window. He had known about Aziraphale's ability to sense Eden's pain and the occasional emotional state.

"Aziraphale?" 

 "My wrist hurts…."

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