"No." But he probably ought to be, given he hadn't been able to make himself eat yesterday. Not after hearing Aziraphale be punished. Too much helpless anger inside him, such a desperate rage. He wanted to lash out, but he knew there was no point to that. A lot of danger in it. He knew he was doing the only smart thing. There were several ways this could play out, but all of them ensured that Aziraphale's life would be better. He'd be safe. That was the promise he had made to himself.

"I'm not letting anyone hurt you, Aziraphale. Not ever again. That's all you have to know. Trust me." He stopped at the light, checking the secret phone he had to see whether he was going the right way. It seemed right. He wished he had had the time to call ahead to Wesley. Whatever. It was just the beginning of this plan.