777 Abby Road, Sunday Night (02/10)
Aziraphale hadn't gone home since that wretched encounter in the worship center. He figured Wilson would know he wasn't bleeding in a field someplace, and would understand that the angel needed some time to himself.
But now he needed the company of his mate. So he slipped quietly into the house, not bothering to hide the ruined clothing he wore, because Wilson would know he was hiding something anyway. Listening for a moment, he heard the young doctor's footsteps upstairs, and headed up to their bedroom.
What he wanted to do was crawl into bed, between cool sheets, and wrap himself around his mate. What he supposed he ought to do was take a shower.
[ooc: For doctorjwilson.]
But now he needed the company of his mate. So he slipped quietly into the house, not bothering to hide the ruined clothing he wore, because Wilson would know he was hiding something anyway. Listening for a moment, he heard the young doctor's footsteps upstairs, and headed up to their bedroom.
What he wanted to do was crawl into bed, between cool sheets, and wrap himself around his mate. What he supposed he ought to do was take a shower.
[ooc: For doctorjwilson.]