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[nobebop]

WHO: Aziraphale, Adam Monroe, maybe Crowley? Other residents? Plz?
WHAT: The angel needs to clear some things with his friend.
WHERE: Adam's home/Peter's apartment.
WHEN: Late afternoon.

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[oh_immortal]

Adam had been waiting on Mohinder's bed the couch since he knew that Aziraphale would be coming to visit. He hadn't seen him in what felt like forever and - what with all of the kidnapping rescue missions and cat issues and general chaos erupting all over the place - it was dangerous, really. Dangerous and time-consuming.

Not too long after finishing the conversation in the journal, Adam heard a faint knock on the door. Just a couple seconds and he was up, opening the door, and there was Aziraphale. "Hi," he greeted, "So you've found it!"

[nobebop]

The angel was greeted with Adam's bright face. He couldn't look the other man in the eye, averting his gaze, paying attention to his feet. Why was his face growing warmer with each passing second? Absolutely ludicrous. Aziraphale was not going to give in so easily. Years of self-control ought to have made him better at this.

"I - y - yes, I found it. You were very - descriptive. Yes, descriptive. It's a, um, nice building. Do you - do you live alone?"

[oh_immortal]

If it was at all possible, Adam would have donated some of his comfort to Aziraphale. Not the slightest idea why he seemed so very out of sorts here, 'here' meaning most specifically, 'in Adam's presence.'

He thought that might've been something that would come to pass but apparently that wasn't the case.

Or maybe red doors were really that intimidating.

"Nice to see you again," Adam replied, purposefully looking at Aziraphale, as opposed to something like Aziraphale's feet. No offense to the feet but they weren't exactly capable of conversation - nor were Adam's for that matter, but he wasn't sure of the best way to bring that up. "There are a few of us who live here. It's occasionally a bit crowded but I think some of them moved out. I'm not really sure. It's.. interesting, to say the least. Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable?"

Emphasis on the 'comfortable.'

[nobebop]

Multiples? Aziraphale took his eyes off the floor, peering around Adam's shoulder to look into the apartment. It did not look too occupied. He could not see anyone else lingering around the room. Were they all conveniently out? The angel might have been more comfortable if Adam and himself weren't going to be so...alone.

Pain. Pain.

"I suppose I could - do...do you have tea? Cocoa would do nicely as well."

Coping mechanisms, please.