[ You are, Aziraphale thinks grimly, but of course he can't say that.
He smiles tightly instead, and nods. Then, bracing himself, he shuffles forward, briefly regretting all those stolen morsels from the kitchen, the foods he'd rescued from his stepfather's nearly untouched plate, and the soft round belly that had resulted.
There is, technically, room to get away, but his body brushes unpleasantly against Michael's as he does, and he looks up at him awkwardly. ]
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He smiles tightly instead, and nods. Then, bracing himself, he shuffles forward, briefly regretting all those stolen morsels from the kitchen, the foods he'd rescued from his stepfather's nearly untouched plate, and the soft round belly that had resulted.
There is, technically, room to get away, but his body brushes unpleasantly against Michael's as he does, and he looks up at him awkwardly. ]
...Pardon me.