Aziraphale? His old mentee? The little blonde cherub he had plucked from the heavens and taken under his wing -literally, he used to cover him with a firey wing while the Healer would read to him... The Aziraphale that had such a thirst for knowledge he even owned a book store?

Grinning and completely forgetting his pain he threw on his work jeans and tank top (this one said 100% Angel in pink lettering with a kitten below it). It wasn't the best outfit, but he wasn't about to greet his old mentee in a bathrobe and his scrubs were... well, greeting him looking like the result of a butcher's handiwork would not do either.

Raking fingers through the strands that had come loose from his braid he grasped the doorknob and swung the door open.

"Aziraphale!"