Eleven glanced up with a smile, though it swiftly morphed into something stricken. He jumped to his feet, already knowing he wouldn't be swift enough to stop the falling glob, but already given to the motions to try.
"Spirits!" He snatched up a new towel and pressed it against Aziraphale's forehead to keep anything from falling into the man's eyes. "Are you all right?"
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"Spirits!" He snatched up a new towel and pressed it against Aziraphale's forehead to keep anything from falling into the man's eyes. "Are you all right?"