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"I just like saying John," Chas said desperately, holding John's gaze nervously. "It's... a nice name, you know, John? Makes me... makes me happy..."
John lowered his eyebrows. "That wasn't a great explanation." He had an urge to forget words, but it didn't seem wise.
"I..." Chas looked around as lightning flashed outside, then spoke. "John, what right do you have to ask questions when you won't even answer one simple one from me? What the hell is wrong in your life?"
"Chas..."
Chas seemed to be getting mad. "Come on, John, I have a right to know. That's why I'm missing out on my afterlife, to find out."
"I don't want to talk about it." John shrugged.
"You're not being fair," Chas replied, angrily.
John felt himself getting just as mad. "Then ask Them to assign somebody else."
It was with a huge crash of thunder that Chas replied. "They didn't assign it. Nobody did. I chose to come down here, John." And now there were tears in the angel's eyes.
"You... what? Why?"
Chas pulled away from John, tears rolling down his face as he shouted, "Why do you think, you asshole? Are you fucking blind? Why did you think I stuck round all the time when you were alive? It wasn't because you were nice to me, John, because you fucking weren't." He shook his head. "I'm fucking in love with you, John."
John froze. The words he had longed to hear had just been said. But he had a funny feeling, a horrible feeling, he was losing Chas instead of gaining him. "Chas-"
"No, John, I don't care if you think it's sick or wrong! I'm going for a fucking walk. I need to get away from you."
And with that he stormed out.