"Oh shush, you." Aziraphale huffed as he dropped back on the bench and watched Crowley head to the car, his hand still tingling. Was he supposed to do something? Should he go over and ... be sexy? Could he be sexy? He had no idea. He puzzled for a few moments and then looked down at his feet instead, trying to work out if this was all some cruel joke. Probably. He knew where they were, he was sure Crowley was just having some fun at his expense.

"It will be time... time for chapel soon." They he could apologise to God and try to get new strength and courage.

"Blow it off and go blow him." Bill recommended as he lay back on the grass, looking up at the sky, wondering why it was always dull and grey these days.