"I am not." Aziraphale insisted as he tried his best not to look but, well, he kept sneaking glances. They all did. It was a very long football session, to say the least. Crowley worked through the whole thing, trimming and inspecting the trees, looking a little dubious of it all - Aziraphale guessed. It was hard to say, what with his whole glasses situation.

Aziraphale completely lost track of time as he watched, only snapping back to reality when the whistle blew.

"Okay, good game, boys!" The coach yelled and Aziraphale gulped as he tried not to stare and listen to whatever their counsellor was going to tell them next. "You've got some free time for the next half an hour. Make the most of it. Be productive. Reflect."

Oh, he was.