"Uh-huh. Think you're reaching the limit of books we can carry. Might even be reaching the limit of what we can fit in the car." Adam had started listing all the books he wanted to borrow from the library. It had started somewhat reasonably, but now he was just listing any odd combination of words that came to mind. Crowley walked up the stairs with him, holding his hand. "I don't think there is a book on why cars go whoosh, but we can try."
He'd never found books all that exciting, which he supposed made sense. His eyes weren't made for reading, the strain got to him quickly. Also, reading was for nerds. "Remember to pick a book to show Bill too, he's coming over later."
That said he let go of Adam's hand, giving him a gentle push. "There, you can go over to the train again. Full of books."
Some other kids there, but Crowley wasn't worried about that. Adam was good with other kids. Scarily good, at times, they all seemed to follow his lead entirely too readily.
He glanced around for that shock of light blond curls, wondering whether Aziraphale would be around. He kind of wanted to see him again, because he really wanted to know his deal. Even more so now that he knew where he lived and what that might entail.
Crowley was dressed similarly to last time, although he was wearing a black button up shirt this time, with the top few buttons unbuttoned because he wasn't a square. He noticed some glances he was getting and ignored them. he knew he didn't fit in here, nice library during daytime hours, all black and wearing sunglasses. He simply stood there, arms crossed loosely, daring anyone to take offense. He doubted he'd be getting any grief over it and, hey, his boy was happy to be here.
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He'd never found books all that exciting, which he supposed made sense. His eyes weren't made for reading, the strain got to him quickly. Also, reading was for nerds. "Remember to pick a book to show Bill too, he's coming over later."
That said he let go of Adam's hand, giving him a gentle push. "There, you can go over to the train again. Full of books."
Some other kids there, but Crowley wasn't worried about that. Adam was good with other kids. Scarily good, at times, they all seemed to follow his lead entirely too readily.
He glanced around for that shock of light blond curls, wondering whether Aziraphale would be around. He kind of wanted to see him again, because he really wanted to know his deal. Even more so now that he knew where he lived and what that might entail.
Crowley was dressed similarly to last time, although he was wearing a black button up shirt this time, with the top few buttons unbuttoned because he wasn't a square. He noticed some glances he was getting and ignored them. he knew he didn't fit in here, nice library during daytime hours, all black and wearing sunglasses. He simply stood there, arms crossed loosely, daring anyone to take offense. He doubted he'd be getting any grief over it and, hey, his boy was happy to be here.