for Wilson
After he and Wilson parted ways on the beach, Aziraphale headed back to the compound and climbed the rope ladder up to the roof. It was, of course, very tidy, impressively so if you took into account that it was, well, a roof. And it was only several days ago that the clothes box had coughed up some green tartan sheets for the thatched mattress. Aziraphale thought perhaps it was some concession for Crowley's absence.
The plants that Crowley had brought were both flourishing, perhaps because Aziraphale had been talking lovingly to them each day, hoping to undermine any ill effects that Crowley's verbal abuse had had upon them. He was, in fact, so engrossed in speaking to one of them that he didn't hear Wilson coming up the ladder.
Aziraphale was kneeling beside the greenery murmuring melodically, "That's right, love, you're doing quite well. Your leaves are looking absolutely stunning today, you know. The sunshine must be doing you a world of good."
The plants that Crowley had brought were both flourishing, perhaps because Aziraphale had been talking lovingly to them each day, hoping to undermine any ill effects that Crowley's verbal abuse had had upon them. He was, in fact, so engrossed in speaking to one of them that he didn't hear Wilson coming up the ladder.
Aziraphale was kneeling beside the greenery murmuring melodically, "That's right, love, you're doing quite well. Your leaves are looking absolutely stunning today, you know. The sunshine must be doing you a world of good."