"I think it's fait to be cynical, the world is difficult and people like to trivialise it. I'm just glad that Adam has such a wonderful influence in his life, I'm sure he will grow up well." The poor boy had dozed off in his car seat, clinging to his bear, mouth open. It was very cute.

Aziraphale undid his seatbelt and clutched his bag.

"Thank you for the ride, Crowley. And for the entertaining evening. It was a lot nicer than I had expected." And it was good. Good to meet him. Good to be reminded of what he wanted. Good to push himself. To allow himself to feel the guilt and shame. Maybe he could channel it. "I will see you next week for the book."

He smiled and then gently slid himself out of the car, not wanting to wake Adam.