[ Aziraphale waits for permission. Not because he has any intention of giving up and doing nothing should Will refuse to give it, but rather because he would rather have it, if he can.
The other angel capitulates at last, and Aziraphale nods, a mixture of trepidation and stoicism settling on his face. He has to try. Setting his jaw, he adjusts the fabric in his hands, and then settles it over the glass, wrapping his coat around the shard and yanking up hard. ]
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The other angel capitulates at last, and Aziraphale nods, a mixture of trepidation and stoicism settling on his face. He has to try. Setting his jaw, he adjusts the fabric in his hands, and then settles it over the glass, wrapping his coat around the shard and yanking up hard. ]