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Date: September 18, 2000
Setting: John's bedroom
Status: Private - John, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale wants a word, quickly. Continued from here.
Still visibly upset, Aziraphale had left the parcel of baby gifts outside of Uriel's room on his way up, with a hasty note that read, simply, that it was from him, and to take care.
His next stop was to see John, just for a moment, and to that end he was already up the stairs, at John's door, knocking swiftly. He'd had a minor breakdown but a moment ago, steps away from the man's door, and it had passed.
The angel knocked again. "May I have a moment?" he called, wishing steadiness in his tone but not quite managing it. "It's Aziraphale. Please."
(He needed a cup of tea so badly.)
Setting: John's bedroom
Status: Private - John, Aziraphale
Summary: Aziraphale wants a word, quickly. Continued from here.
Still visibly upset, Aziraphale had left the parcel of baby gifts outside of Uriel's room on his way up, with a hasty note that read, simply, that it was from him, and to take care.
His next stop was to see John, just for a moment, and to that end he was already up the stairs, at John's door, knocking swiftly. He'd had a minor breakdown but a moment ago, steps away from the man's door, and it had passed.
The angel knocked again. "May I have a moment?" he called, wishing steadiness in his tone but not quite managing it. "It's Aziraphale. Please."
(He needed a cup of tea so badly.)