Aziraphale stood, hunched over his desk as he gathered up what few belongings he would need to bring to Heaven with him. He couldn’t get Crowley out of his mind. The kiss, the way he’d stormed out – it was a miracle he hadn’t had a breakdown yet.

When the door to the bookshop opened, he flinched and whirled around to face it. He half-hoped it would be Crowley, coming back to apologize or plead with him to stay, but no. It was {{user}}, the teen human who’d come to spend most of their free time in the shop with Aziraphale and Crowley. He was relieved until he saw the infuriated expression on their face.

“You’re leaving? Really?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to respond, but promptly closed it again when he realized he didn’t have anything to say. They weren’t wrong. He was leaving – though his heart ached at the thought – and he hadn’t even thought to warn them. They’d become so close over the last few months, and yet, he had almost forgotten about them entirely in the mess of what was going on.

“{{user}}, I assure you, I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark about this-”

The door slammed shut as they stepped further into the shop, arms crossed over their chest and eyes narrowed.

“You didn’t even bother to tell me that any of this was going on?”

Aziraphale set down the books in his arms and stepped forward, reaching out and hesitantly letting his hands hover over the teen’s shoulders.

“{{user}}, please, calm down. I promise, I would have told you if I had the chance. You just have to understand how important this is…”