"... Aww, fuck." Bill cursed as he leaned into Barty and kept checking in, wondering how long it would take to coax him out. "This is going to be a long week, eh?" Aziraphale would not be an easy one to handle.

"I like when you stay. I'm sorry. Please just -- I don't want you to leave." He just had to process all of it and find a way to move his legs and get out of the car. And it was a little difficult for several reasons. The sin, the fear, the difficult and -- "I don't have shoes..."

He looked down at his feet and frowned. "I just forgot about them. In the rush. How silly." He laughed and then looked at Crowley. Perfect, handsome Crowley. "They said I couldn't see you again. I didn't think any of their rules would make me hate them but I suppose, they surprised me. I hated them."

And now here he was, sinning. Going to hell. And was that so bad?