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[a_fell]

The scenery outside the door (were you looking over his shoulder as it swings quickly open) might jar a very little. Grey, certainly, but not quite the right shade, and the streets don't look nearly narrow enough for London. It can only be a glancing impression in any case, and it's unlikely anyone would notice, since he takes a couple of hurried

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[witchy_rebel]

And Morgan watches him, curious.

"Not human, not demon or son of Lucifer, not faery..." The words, lilting in her Cornish accent, are soft but more thinking out loud then actually spoken.

Aziraphael can probably still hear them, though.

[a_fell]

He was scanning the newspaper when she spoke, and perhaps he still is - he doesn't look up, certainly, and his voice sounds distracted, though the warmth of amusement can be heard around the edges.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

[witchy_rebel]

"I didn't read that. And I was just...thinking."

[a_fell]

"Then I apologise most sincerely if I intruded on your thoughts, my dear." He offers a smile, and prepares to go back to his paper.

[shall_go_free]

Xas, who has been holding up a wall nearby, catches sight of Aziraphael, and after a momentary hesitation, he smiles faintly.

"You're looking reasonably well, I daresay."

[a_fell]

"Reasonably," Aziraphael agrees with the faintest of smiles. "Tolerably. I look, I suspect, as though I haven't slept in far longer than agrees with me - you're not being polite, are you?"

[shall_go_free]

"I've unfortunately made a habit of that, though I suppose I could muster up something snappier, if you prefer."

The smile widens a fraction, at that.

[a_fell]

"I think it would make me feel a little less unsettled. I shouldn't like to think I've been replaced in my absence, you know."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom walks past the angel, does a doubletake, and then turns around, fairly beaming. "Aziraphael! It's been far too long."

[a_fell]

"It really has, Tom." He's standing as he speaks, holding his hand out for Tom to shake and smiling widely. "How have you been?"

[young_tmriddle]

Tom shakes back vigorously. "I've been- well, other than that stretch in June, I've been fine, very fine. Things got a bit unpleasant there, but knowing what you told me, about what I wasn't, got me through it all."

[a_fell]

"...yes."

"Good, good." Almost as though he's collecting himself, he gestures abruptly to a chair near his own. "May I fetch you some tea?"