Good Omens (Crowley, Aziraphale)
Aziraphale has the newspaper delivered to him every morning. Who does that? thinks Crowley. Still, there's something pleasant about a leisurely morning of perusing the oversized pages while nibbling a croissant.
At least there usually is. This morning, the news is unpleasant. Once, this would have thrilled him. Now, not so much. He folds the paper and flattens the crease. "They're up to something," he says to Aziraphale.
"No," his angel scoffs. Then he looks anxious. "Are they? No. How could they be?"
Crowley doesn't know, but how else can he explain the return of Famine, Death, Pollution, and War?