Pastry!
[The feed clicks on to show Cain sat on the edge of his bed, he looks exhausted and pale but less harried than last time he had been out an about.
He makes a show of a smile to the camera.]
Does anyone know where to buy the best pastries around here?
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Mr Aziraphale... [There's a pause, before he sighs.] I'd like to apologise for my behaviour when we met.
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[He has barely left his room since Abel brought him back, a broken shell of a man, but today there would be a soft knock at her bedroom door.]
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[He had lain next to Abel for almost a week, broken and exhausted and guilty. Words were infrequent, as if he didn't see the point when no language had been invented that could convey the guilt and the hatred he had for himself now.
A monster.
But even amongst that disgust, there was still a love for his brother so strong it kept him anchored here. A love that forced him to push back his own feelings... he had to do what he could for Abel, he had to try and help shoulder the pain that should rightfully never have been inflicted on him. That couldn't be done curled silently in this bed, he had to be the big brother Abel needed. The Cain he always had been.
Slipping out of bed in the early morning when Abel was still sleeping, he asked his question of the residents and left to get a pastry...
...Here he comes, pastry bag in hand, bro.]
He makes a show of a smile to the camera.]
Does anyone know where to buy the best pastries around here?
--
Mr Aziraphale... [There's a pause, before he sighs.] I'd like to apologise for my behaviour when we met.
--
[He has barely left his room since Abel brought him back, a broken shell of a man, but today there would be a soft knock at her bedroom door.]
--
[He had lain next to Abel for almost a week, broken and exhausted and guilty. Words were infrequent, as if he didn't see the point when no language had been invented that could convey the guilt and the hatred he had for himself now.
A monster.
But even amongst that disgust, there was still a love for his brother so strong it kept him anchored here. A love that forced him to push back his own feelings... he had to do what he could for Abel, he had to try and help shoulder the pain that should rightfully never have been inflicted on him. That couldn't be done curled silently in this bed, he had to be the big brother Abel needed. The Cain he always had been.
Slipping out of bed in the early morning when Abel was still sleeping, he asked his question of the residents and left to get a pastry...
...Here he comes, pastry bag in hand, bro.]