Feeling more unsettled than Barty would ever be willing to admit to himself, he decided to use the lunch hour to visit Jonathan. It wasn't that far from the place Tally wanted him to pick him something up from - whatever greasy mess he wanted today - and so Barty stopped by the house before he'd get the food.

He was replaying the conversation while trying to even picture Aziraphale. Little sunshine boy. No more, he assumed. He knocked on the door and Holden opened, letting him in.

"Jonny's in the caravan." Not the first time Holden had told him that, so Barty just nodded and stepped inside. The house looked all right and he heard the television in the living room. Looking over he spotted Crowley's red hair and the back of someone else's head. He assumed it was Bill, though he'd only briefly seen her once before.

"Do you want any tea?" Holden was trying to be a good host, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's fine. I'm not staying long."

Crowley glanced behind himself briefly when he heard the voice, elbowing Bill. "Your lawyer crush is here."