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Date: February 1st, 2001
Setting: Tadfield Manor, outside of the hospital wing.
Status: Private - Aziraphale, Crowley.
Summary: Aziraphale is in the Manor. So is Crowley.
The settling in took almost no time at all, and so Aziraphale tried sleeping again, now that he was home. The result had been hours of reading, and when the dawn came he attempted, even then, to sleep, but it was of little use.
He went down for breakfast, and lunch, and tea. He did not see Gabriel at all, whom he was expecting, nor Belial with him, nor Ellie or John, nor many of the Manor residents. The angel pretended, too, and almost fooled himself into thinking that he wasn't looking out the corner of his eye, listening for familiar footsteps of two men inseparable.
Worried, after the silence of only a day, and Adam's unsaid answers, Aziraphale found himself in the hall leading to the hospital wing, patting his tweed jacket down where crumbs from biscuits at tea had fell. He could tell, before he put his hand on the door, that Gabriel couldn't possibly be inside, nor Belial either, and so no chance of conversation over ice cream.
Sighing, the angel entered anyway, letting the door swing shut behind him. There had been recent use of the wing, of course, and there was still a patient or two behind curtains, but none as wholly familiar to him as Gabriel, and he was in little mood to be courteous when he was so unsettled.
Something had happened, hadn't it?
Turning abruptly, he placed a hand on the door, and opened it to leave - perhaps Gabriel had sneaked off to a convenient closet somewhere - just as the knob turned from the other side.
Setting: Tadfield Manor, outside of the hospital wing.
Status: Private - Aziraphale, Crowley.
Summary: Aziraphale is in the Manor. So is Crowley.
The settling in took almost no time at all, and so Aziraphale tried sleeping again, now that he was home. The result had been hours of reading, and when the dawn came he attempted, even then, to sleep, but it was of little use.
He went down for breakfast, and lunch, and tea. He did not see Gabriel at all, whom he was expecting, nor Belial with him, nor Ellie or John, nor many of the Manor residents. The angel pretended, too, and almost fooled himself into thinking that he wasn't looking out the corner of his eye, listening for familiar footsteps of two men inseparable.
Worried, after the silence of only a day, and Adam's unsaid answers, Aziraphale found himself in the hall leading to the hospital wing, patting his tweed jacket down where crumbs from biscuits at tea had fell. He could tell, before he put his hand on the door, that Gabriel couldn't possibly be inside, nor Belial either, and so no chance of conversation over ice cream.
Sighing, the angel entered anyway, letting the door swing shut behind him. There had been recent use of the wing, of course, and there was still a patient or two behind curtains, but none as wholly familiar to him as Gabriel, and he was in little mood to be courteous when he was so unsettled.
Something had happened, hadn't it?
Turning abruptly, he placed a hand on the door, and opened it to leave - perhaps Gabriel had sneaked off to a convenient closet somewhere - just as the knob turned from the other side.