50-A Minotaur Lane, Downstairs in the Study, Late Friday Night (NFB)
Aziraphale was dithering. To the average observer, it might have appeared the he was simply doing a bit of straightening of the bookshelves in the study. But anyone who knew him well would know that the stacks of books on every available flat surface were the result of a full-on angelic dither.
He'd been telling people for days that Bel was safe and happy. Had assured his friends, when they were deep in their grief at the memorial service, that this was the case. Had been, in fact, certain himself. Without any cause to be, apparently.
And Aziraphale felt that this was something he should have known. Or at least not taken for granted. He should have investigated, made certain, hell he should have simply asked. Sucked it up and contacted Metatron, put up with the fussing and snarking, and politely inquired as to whether they'd received Bel's soul. It could have been that simple.
Instead, he'd assumed that his friend had died, and had gone about the work of accepting and moving on. All the while, Bel was who-knew-where, and in who-knew-what sort of danger. And the angel hadn't done anything about it.
Hence, the dithering.
[ooc: For dr-jwilsonmd. Conversation is NFB. Dithering is reportable.]
He'd been telling people for days that Bel was safe and happy. Had assured his friends, when they were deep in their grief at the memorial service, that this was the case. Had been, in fact, certain himself. Without any cause to be, apparently.
And Aziraphale felt that this was something he should have known. Or at least not taken for granted. He should have investigated, made certain, hell he should have simply asked. Sucked it up and contacted Metatron, put up with the fussing and snarking, and politely inquired as to whether they'd received Bel's soul. It could have been that simple.
Instead, he'd assumed that his friend had died, and had gone about the work of accepting and moving on. All the while, Bel was who-knew-where, and in who-knew-what sort of danger. And the angel hadn't done anything about it.
Hence, the dithering.
[ooc: For dr-jwilsonmd. Conversation is NFB. Dithering is reportable.]