Aziraphale winced and leaned forward, shaking his head in disapproval. "That's hardly good conduct, is it?" It wasn't but it wasn't new, unfortunately. In fact, since they left the mission, it was becoming more frequent. It started off as something that happened with anger, a one off, that turned into what happened when things got bad between them.

And of course it was bad between them. They didn't work. Aziraphale knew that, he just didn't know how to end it. This was the best of both worlds so why wasn't he happy?

He undid his seatbelt and reluctantly got out of the car, following after Dallen uneasily. Well, yes, that was why - he didn't love Dallen. It was that simple. He wasn't in love.