Aziraphale decided that getting out of the Manor's basement for a spell would be a wise idea. He was starting to see demonic sigils every time he closed his eyes.
He fetched from the library John Dee's five books of mystery: original sourcebook of Enochian magic and strolled outside, going to find the park bench he had sat on with Barnaby what felt like ages ago.
Only to find it was already occupied.
Common sense dictated that he should turn around right now and just pretend that he hadn't seen the Leader of the Host. But Michael looked absolutely despondent and it didn't suit Aziraphale's nature to walk away from him like this.
He shuffled over and sat down, not saying a word. If Michael wanted to talk about whatever was wrong with him, he could, but Aziraphale wasn't going to press him for information either. That would likely backfire.
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He fetched from the library John Dee's five books of mystery: original sourcebook of Enochian magic and strolled outside, going to find the park bench he had sat on with Barnaby what felt like ages ago.
Only to find it was already occupied.
Common sense dictated that he should turn around right now and just pretend that he hadn't seen the Leader of the Host. But Michael looked absolutely despondent and it didn't suit Aziraphale's nature to walk away from him like this.
He shuffled over and sat down, not saying a word. If Michael wanted to talk about whatever was wrong with him, he could, but Aziraphale wasn't going to press him for information either. That would likely backfire.