"Well, I had a stack of books but we have no lights in the house and the candles are only for service so ... I've been getting very into meditation. It's, uh, it's nice. It's my new thing." Which was that when the sun set at 7ish, he lay on his bed and tried to think positively and talk to God. Mostly he was asking why he had to be cold and in the dark lately. And why, oh why, had he been doomed to be in love with a boy like this? He was in love with Crowley. Anthony J Crowley.

He was madly, stupidly in love with Anthony J Crowley.

Why was God testing him? Probably because of his weak will. Probably become he ate another pocky and kissed the boyfriend he shouldn't even have. Aziraphale decided it was best to not eat any more, making small distance and shaking his head at the next offer because it was unwise to damn himself two fold in one day. "As you say, not much going on around here, is there?"