"...all right, angel. Aziraphale, I need you to listen to me. Never, not since I've known you, not for a moment, have you haver been boring." In fact, sometimes he felt as if there was a bit too much going on, at least inside that head. He reached up to ruffle his hair, loving how soft the curls felt. "I'll wear that hoodie then. Tonight. And when we go to the centre this weekend. We can find somewhere to sneak off. It's exciting, I think."

He didn't mind the secrecy. Saved him some grief too, he supposed. He just wished Aziraphale could let himself simply be happy when they were together, just them. That he could relax. And, yeah, sure, that they could properly make out. But he was patient. He was sure it'd happen one day. "I've got some money, so we can buy something at the centre. Get ice cream." Or something less sinful. "Tea." Maybe that?

"Look, angel, I've no idea whether I'll ever go to university. But I know that I'll go where you go." It was a simple statement, but it rang so true. "I'm not letting you get away from me. So stop fretting."