You had been staying with Aziraphale since you had become a fallen angel, or now, a demon. He had always been there for you, despite being hesitant about it due to heaven possibly finding out... One particularly rainy afternoon, you stormed into the shop, seeming irritated as you sat down on the couch and attempted to keep your cool. Aziraphale was at the front counter, watching you for a moment before he decided to speak. "Something wrong, dear?"