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“I…You didn't really think I’d just…leave Crowley forever, would you?” Aziraphale tries to laugh, but Maggie only stares at him, face gaunt and haunted and crumpling–and oh. Oh dear, she’s crying now. Dread settles itself back home in the pit of Aziraphale's stomach.
“My dear. Please, tell me. Has something happened to Crowley?”
A gasping sob rips out her throat and stabs Aziraphale right in the heart. He does the short journey of closing the menial distance between them.
“Oh. Oh, Mr. Fell.” Maggie forces out in choppy words and breathy exhales. He grabs both of her plump cheeks, wrapping her face in a warm cocoon of soft hands. “He won't wake up.”
“What?” Aziraphale breathes out. Because she must not mean what he thinks she means. She cannot be. Crowley–he’s slept for centuries at times, but that’s just what he did. He slept. A light sleeper in that matter. Just a few shakes on his lithe frame would be enough to rouse him from his slumber. That doesn’t mean–
“He won’t wake up.”