There was something in his back pocket and Bill didn't move to take it out. Could be locations, could be cash. He'd sucked dick for money before, wouldn't be a biggie. He winked at Crowley and took some gum from him, sticking it in his mouth. "Cheers, mate. We'll see you tomorrow, I guess. You got lots of work to do on the flower beds, they ain't been watered in years." Or they looked that way, at least.

Aziraphale had missed the car slipping, he was focused on how stupid he was and how awful this was and how he was actually glad he was here because he should die alone somewhere, a pathetic virgin, with game as bad as that.

"You--you come back?" Aziraphale blushed even harder. Oh God, how would he survive this temptation?!

"Duh. He's a gardener, you daft sod. They do the gardens." Bill explained as he came over to Hartley and shoved him gently with his shoulders. "Can you believe this soft ol' sod? I heard he was a right smart one. As if. You smarties are dim as all hell."