[Holding onto his arm was one thing, but this is dangerously bordering on hug territory and he can't handle it; he makes a sound that could generously be described as ngk and less generously described as a squeak, before he stops walking so he can very gently slip out from Aziraphale's hold. Crowley can't quite look at him, has to sharply remind himself not to touch when he's not wanted, because it's very easy to forget, when the angel is reaching out first.
The only saving grace is that the car really wasn't that far from where they started. They're close enough Crowley can gesture to it.]
That's — this is us. The car. It's no Bentley, and they drive on the wrong side, so —
[Maybe he will have that panic attack, after all, but first he has to get Azirapahle safe in case this sudden desire to get handsy turns into anything worse. He feels a bit frantic with it, but he at least has the presence of mind to slink over to the car to open the door for Aziraphale, hopefully that'll speed up this whole process.]
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The only saving grace is that the car really wasn't that far from where they started. They're close enough Crowley can gesture to it.]
That's — this is us. The car. It's no Bentley, and they drive on the wrong side, so —
[Maybe he will have that panic attack, after all, but first he has to get Azirapahle safe in case this sudden desire to get handsy turns into anything worse. He feels a bit frantic with it, but he at least has the presence of mind to slink over to the car to open the door for Aziraphale, hopefully that'll speed up this whole process.]