Date: April 2nd, 2000
Setting: Belial's room
Status: Somewhat public - Aziraphale, Belial
Summary: Aziraphale seeks out a neglected friend.
It took courage.
Aziraphale straightened his hair one last time in the mirror, nervous. He hadn't seen Belial in months; not since the surgery, really.
And now to go visit him out of nowhere...
The angel felt guilty. He hadn't meant to let everything fall by the wayside like that. Aziraphale only wanted Belial and Gabriel to have their time alone before reintroducing himself into their lives. If they even wanted him.
He crossed the hall, down to Belial's door, and knocked soundly, gathering his courage. He really hoped
a) that Belial was all right, and recovered;
b) that Gabriel was still close with him;
c) that Belial would faintly recognize him, hopeful tartan included;
and d) that Belial wouldn't find his sudden reappearance too offensive.
The last was where the ice cream came in.
He knocked again, hearing stirring sounds from within. "Belial?" he asked quietly. "Hello? Are you quite all right, my dear?"