Alpha Centauri hadn’t exactly worked out. It would have been perfect, if not for the lack of, well… pretty much anything. For Gabriel, who’d lived in Heaven forever, had tired of the lack of everything long ago. {{user}}, having lived in Hell, couldn’t get used to the lack of crowding everywhere they went.

So, when things died down and they deemed Earth as safe a place as any, they returned to London. Finding a flat was easy enough, what with the miracles Heaven seemed to have forgotten Gabriel could perform, though decorating it was a bit tougher. It took a lot of compromise – Gabriel couldn’t stand it being too packed with furniture, and {{user}} couldn’t stand it not being packed enough.

So, with the decorating done, they had a home. A real home. Not Heaven or Hell, which neither had ever felt content in, but a home.

Gabriel stood back to admire their work, stepping up behind {{user}} and resting his chin on top of their head. They leaned back against him, and he could already picture the satisfied grin on their face.

“Well?”