Aziraphale glances at him because... he really doesn't want to leave. He wants... to stay here and not sit on the edge of the chair, but rather for Crowley to tangle up in his legs and make him laugh. He smiles a bit. Crowley leans back again because he also doesn't want him to leave, but... well. This wasn't going to last forever.
"Crowley..."
"Hmm?"
"Can I stay here for the night?" Aziraphale asks in a whisper. "I'll leave early in the morning, I promise. And... I'll read a book without talking... too much."
"You were the one who said you wanted to leave."
"I haven't said for a single moment that I want to leave, just that since you said you were going to go down, I..." he looks at him again, and it's that look he gives him.
"But it doesn't have to be now," Crowley smiles.
Okay, he gives up. It's angelically and humanly impossible not to lean a bit on him and half lie down on him. The demon shifts to let him, quite happy about it.
"I think I'm a bit too big for this chair of yours," the angel points out, leaning on him.
"Surely that's the problem."
"What other problem is there?" he looks at him, putting a hand on his chest and feeling infinitely better now that he's here. Ahem, also because he's FULLY LYING on him by choice.
"Well, apparently that's going to force you to lie on me."
"Who disappeared my chair?"
"Maybe it disembodied itself, suicide. Maybe you convinced it with your compelling arguments and excellent rhetoric."
"Maybe."
"It's a breakthrough... Considering how convincing you've been so far..."
"Am I inspiring you to suicide?"
"Not me, but the chairs, apparently."
"You're not going to convince me, it was you!"
Crowley laughs and caresses his face.
"And it hurt!," the angel adds and closes his eyes.
"The peculiar case of the chair with feelings."
"It hurt me. Stop distracting me, I say nonsense."
"The peculiar case of the angel with feelings, too."
"Peculiar?"
"Well, considering the rest don't have them..."
"Just like the demons."
"Okay, okay... the peculiar case of the supernatural entity with feelings."
"And disgusting desires," Aziraphale adds and smiles.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Crowley raises his eyebrows with that.
"I-I'm..." he hesitates because he's not sure of the implications of saying yes.
"And out here no less, this is very unlike you, angel."
"I-I'm not sure of... exactly what you... imagine it implies."
"Well, tell me what you imagine it implies."
"Better you tell me. I have little imagination for these things."
Crowley looks at him over his glasses because he doesn't even believe that himself. Aziraphale blushes a bit.
"Do I think you're referring to... the consummation of... marriages?" the angel tries.
"Me?"
"I don't know, Crowley!"
"Oh, no, no. You're not going to blame me for this."
"What?!"
"You're the one proposing and getting ideas.
"P-Proposing! No! I... Ugh, Crowley!"
"Who came to sit here?" the demon laughs. Aziraphale squints because he's been holding it in for a VERY long time.
"Ugh..." he tries to pull away and sit up, but the demon hugs him to prevent it, laughing. "You... you're the one who initiated it!" he squeaks.
"Yes, but now... you're the one proposing things."
"I have no idea what to propose even! I like kisses!"
"That's good," Crowley smiles sincerely.
"Is it...?"
"Isn't it? I'm serious, I want to know your expectations..." he looks into his eyes.
"I've never done this before."
"There's no need for you to... tense up or be scared."
"My body... it's been a long time since I've done things I couldn't control. A LONG time."
"And yet, look at how much you enjoy those things now."
"I just... Ugh, leave me alone!" he hides in Crowley's neck.
Crowley laughs because he was talking about food and he pets the back of his head.
"I don't like them that much... You like them too. Crowley! Ugh!" He's going to die of embarrassment in your neck.
"To me? Nah, I like other things."
"What things?" he asks after... reviving?
"Sleeping..."
What a way to mortify one's life partner, demon. Aziraphale covers his face with his hands.
"Drinking," Crowley continues, hugging him.
"Okay, okay... I get it now."
"Kisses."
"Ugh! You said you didn't!"
"I was talking about food."
"Since when were you talking about food, you idiot?" he protests.
"Since we were talking about things you like that affect your body."
"Food doesn't affect my body like that! Or rather... my body doesn't react like that to food!"
"But it does react, which is the point."
"Still, I don't believe you'd prefer SLEEPING over anything with... me."
"Believe me, you have a limit, even if you don't know it."
"A limit of what?"
"Of endurance."
"Of what?" Aziraphale looks into his eyes. "Of being together? Probably."
"Yeah, and I also have one of putting up with you. Mine's much lower."
He rolls his blue eyes again and pushes him a bit to separate.
"Hey!" Crowley protests because he doesn't want to let go, so he just falls back on top of him again.
"Stop making me feel ridiculous!" Aziraphale complains because it seems to be his favorite pastime.
"I don't even know what makes you feel ridiculous..."
"I'm telling you! I can play that game too."
Crowley shrugs because he genuinely doesn't know.
"It's... the heaven, that makes me feel ridiculous," he notes a bit surprised after thinking about it for a moment.
"Yeah..."
"And it makes me nervous that you agree with them."
"But when have I ever agreed with them?"
"Not here, never. You... you do it well." the angel strokes his cheek. "I don't think I've ever been the scandal, until now."
"You complain for no reason."
"You complain too! About not liking to do things, about kisses..." Aziraphale laughs.
"About being too annoying and exasperating..." Crowley adds.
"About being cheesy. I don't think you realize how cheesy I'm going to be now."
"You couldn't be any cheesier!"
"You don't know that, my dear."
"Yes, I do. It should defy some law of physics. It should be ineffably impossible."
"So, I can't tell you that you're the best little demon in the world, cute and sweet like a cupcake?" the angel laughs.
"For heaven's shake!" Crowley almost chokes, looking at the things you make him say. Aziraphale is dying of laughter. "Oh my God... with my good taste I have in everything else. It's no wonder nobody believes it! I don't even understand it myself!"
Aziraphale is laughing against his neck, hugging him.
"My beautiful little one, my sweetie. My prince." he gives him a little kiss on the neck. "My cuddly bunny."
"Poor me, oh wretched me... I plead with the heavens since you treat me this way. Haven't I suffered enough? Your justice and rigor have caused enough... but what else could I do to offend you more?"
The angel is DYING of laughter.
"Even if you quote Calderón de la Barca, I didn't know you could quote, my little flower..."
"To whom?"
"That thing you're reciting, my sweet little thing."
"I'm not reciting... those are my own words."
"They're not, my little one."
"Ugh, angel, seriously, stop it with that."
"Don't you like it, my little sprout?"
"Angel..." he warns, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You said, darling, that it couldn't be any cheesier."
"But not as a challenge!"
"Do you find this cheesy... my little melon heart?"
No, you're not going to finish that, he's going to shut you up with a kiss on the 'o' of melon.
Finally! Is he going to come up with three hundred ridiculous names every time?
If you do that again, I can't promise that what he does won't be tearing your head off.
Aziraphale kisses him very animatedly. VERY animatedly.
Crowley hugs him and turns him a bit so he's on top this time.
Well, here he goes, this time on top of him, completely pressing him against the deck chair and there's something he's going to do... Which is putting his hand in his pants after a few minutes of kissing.
Whatever he finds there, he's prepared for this. Aziraphale is the one who's going to get a Big Fright. Well, maybe not a big scare... it's more like, heavens, heavens... what now?
What did you think you were going to find? Oil?
Yes. A little bit.
Okay, maybe all that general moisture might be black in his case because... why not?
He's going to... he... doesn't really care. In fact, it could literally be oil... and he wouldn't mind. It's inconvenient to remove grease stains.
What happens next is that the tongue movements slow down, becoming completely erratic if there's any.
Aziraphale pulls back a bit, noticing it. And Crowley hasn't jumped three meters like he has.
If Crowley breathed, he'd be a bit out of breath.
I don't know if I should or not. Aziraphale certainly breathes. Almost always. Except when he kisses Crowley.
He kind of regrets touching him because the kiss has changed a bit and made his tongue sluggish. He looks at him and squeezes whatever he's holding with his hand. Not noticing much.
Crowley grits his teeth and arches his back completely, maybe even lifting him a bit.
Heavens! Stop squeezing and moving as little as you were moving. And mind you, his head isn't very clear right now. He would call it being drunk on Crowley.
Crowley lets himself fall again with a sigh and a racing heart... and okay, okay, he's a bit out of breath too.
"Are you okay? This... t-this was a bad idea."
"Y-Yes." He looks at him, trying to relax all the sensations in his body at once.
Aziraphale literally pats him in the area, gently eliciting a... yelp, moan, hiss. Mostly a hiss.
"Ohhh!"
"W-W-What?" he can barely speak.
And there's something in all this... between a scream, a hiss, and the voice he uses... that makes Aziraphale himself feel more pleasant than it should down there.
"You're... enjoying this." he smiles sincerely, palpating him a bit. "Do you really have to wear such tight pants?!"
Well, I'm not sure if he's able to say yes, but the next hiss doesn't leave much room for doubt.
I can assure you, Aziraphale, that the miracle "removing Crowley's pants" won't look good on your miracle record. Perhaps you should rephrase it.
Is Gabriel there? I don't think so, right? Well then! Although he's a bit pessimistic, it's going to rain now.
Now? Ohh... Just when I was about to snap my fingers! Damn ineffable plan, it's getting harder and harder to appreciate it. Still, he can't resist the temptation. Okay, a few more seconds to think about how to perform this miracle and record it differently. The miracle of... "freeing the oppressed around me." Ha! It almost sounds like a Perfect angel with those miracles!
Crowley kisses him again before he can do it because he's taking too long to do who knows what.
Ohh! For once he was being brilliant! Well, it's a shame... but he loves these kisses. And don't even think he's going to stop.
The other one doesn't know that suddenly it's his turn with the only neuron in the entire heaven.
Aziraphale could kiss him for a whole year straight; it's the best distraction possible. It muddles the one neuron.
Until he starts moving his hips because cool things were happening down there.
And those movable chains he has, and we don't know who gave him permission to stop.
Aziraphale's body helps a bit, rubbing against Crowley's leg and moving his hand again.
Thanks.
All very instinctive as if he were thirteen. Although... can they keep kissing, right? After the oil.
Yes. Although well, sooner or later he's going to hit the... Oilfield.
Yeah, yeah... well, that. It's going to surprise him a bit, although right now he's very focused on his own indulgent pleasures.
Indulgent...
Well, this is quite a pleasure that... he's allowing himself. I mean, he's indulging himself.
Well, let Crowley bask in what he's accomplished, at least.
So... with your help or without it.
With it! What do you mean without it?! He's been there, hands on... and in fact, now the one with the real problem is him.
Well, let's allow the demon to revel in his achievement for now.
Well... if that helps solve the problem, Aziraphale can indulge in his problem.
Ah... so now it's Aziraphale's problem.
For the next fifteen seconds... yes.
Okay, okay... so solve it, Aziraphale.
Nah, nah, okay, he's back now.
Nah, okay, fifteen seconds, you can enjoy them. In fact, Aziraphale will probably watch you enjoying them quite attentively, mesmerized. You see, there aren't many new things he sees you do... and this is one. So yes, you can revel in it all you want, only... this exacerbates the problem. So by the time he comes to, Aziraphale will be looking at him flushed, sweaty, and... completely besotted.
Besides... We have a secret ineffable demonic plan, and this was essential.
A... secret plan!?
We don't know if it's going to work or not, buuut we have the intuition that Aziraphale will reconcile better with the idea of producing pleasure and giving good things than succumbing to temptation. So we'd rather have him... see everything you're capable of.
Yes, yes. He'll find it much simpler to give than to receive, no doubt, and... the order might help them. Still, I agree that reconciling temptation without guilt will be difficult for him.
Well, the thing is, the demon looks at him with one of those eyes... Of absolute devotion.
Thanks for the clarification. Aziraphale smiles sincerely, and... for a moment, he's sure that even if he couldn't feel him. Even if he didn't have that sense. He would feel him.
That's exactly what happens to him, actually. Even the halo sees you right now, albeit the flush-mounted ceiling lamp that the city council forced him to install on the balcony for who knows what façade reason and that lights up by a light sensor. Do not underestimate halogen halo.
Okay, okay... a beautiful halogen halo attached to an angel who smiles at him, because... Crowley has liked this. And he knows it.
The demon moistens his lips and smiles back at him without needing to say anything, because the smile says it all.
Aziraphale moves a bit, finally removing his hand from Crowley's intimate parts gently, resting his head on him, hugging him.
He hugs him back, and only then does he notice that it's raining.
"Oh..."
"What?" he whispers.
"It's raining..."
"Yes... it started a while ago." He nods, and suddenly he thinks about... "Are you cold?"
Crowley shakes his head. Aziraphale squeezes him a bit tighter against him, and... this is worthy of the romantic novels he sometimes reads. Kisses in the rain... words of love... Although, well, rather silent words of love in his case. He smiles a bit more.
Certainly, this is worthy of one of the love movies that the demon loves so much. He wasn't surprised that humans did this all the time and not just because of what had just happened.
Aziraphale moves a little.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh... yes, just..." he moves a bit more. "I think so."
"Do you think so?"
"I... adjusted."
"Ah... we can go inside if you want."
"Oh... as you wish. It's just... I have to figure this out."
"Figure out what?"
The angel gestures a bit to the area in question without giving it much importance.
"What's wrong with it?" he brings his hand there, and it's... perfectly content.
"Well... that's what's wrong."
"Oh, I see. I thought it was already..."
"But it's nothing." He hesitates a bit.
Except that Crowley doesn't care if it's nothing. I don't know exactly what it does to him, some kind of... electric impulse, like when the angel heals broken bones—where do you get these things? I mean, when Aziraphale runs his hand over Anathema's broken wrist and heals it... well... Crowley does the same but...
"Oh, G-God, Crowley!" the muffled cry/moan.
He hugs him with the other arm and gives him another jolt to see if... I mean, do you think you're a defibrillator? Well, the wave of pleasure with the second jolt is not small.
"W-What ha... ahhhh?!"
Ooooh... look how cool! Okay, breathe a couple of times and... three times. Damn it, Crowley, you'll get mad later if he tells you you're going too fast.
Okay, now you want to trick him.
Well, let's see how much he can take before his heart stops... although considering that if it stops, nothing will happen...
"Crow... AHHHH!" he writhes. Marvelous. It's a good way to kill him. What will your report say? "Tried to kill him with orgasms?" The one who's going to KILL YOU after this is him.
It's a perfect way. Beg for your life, angel.
"Oh God... MY GOD! AHHHH!"
"I'd prefer to take credit for it myself..."
Aziraphale doesn't even know what to do with himself. Apparently, Crowley is trying to update him on orgasms for these thousands of years he hasn't had them.
Ah, what a good idea. You've earned your back and he moans again, not fully understanding what the HELL you're doing to achieve this all of a sudden.
"C-Crowley!" there he is, moaning your name. Does this already sound like pleading for his life or what?
Uh uh uh... what language is that? Another punishment language.
You're going to break his... sexual organ you're playing with! I mean, I think he stopped producing, uh... angelic nectar a while ago, but still, he's writhing on top of him. I think today he'll sleep after this. He raises his hand and plunges it into his hair, pulling it a bit in a spasm.
"P-Pleaaaase... C-Crow... aaah!" I have no idea if he wants you to stop or keep going. HE doesn't know if he wants you to stop or keep going.
Crowley hugs him, laughing a bit, letting him catch his breath to see if he can construct a whole sentence.
No, how could he? He almost died running with Gabriel a hundred meters. He must be panting, sweaty, still twisted with pleasure, and with NO air. He's still holding onto your hair and arching his back and tensing his legs. I don't think he's over the FIRST orgasm yet.
"Everything... okay?"
"N-N-N... ah..." the angel moans again. Unable to say much more.
And there...
Damn it!... Let him think for a fraction of a second, please! Ugh!
We were like on the seventh. He's not even sure... how the hell is he doing this?! He takes his hand and interlaces their fingers.
"C-Crowley!"
"Okay, okay!" he laughs.
"H-How a-are you d-doing this?! I-it's... i-it's..."
A little more... Look who's multihappy now.
"Mmmmmm..." He's multihappy because of Crowley! Not by nature!
What kind of protests are those?
It's not... a complaint! He's just hysterical.
Well, more punishment then.
Ooooh! It's like he won't stop until he begs you to stop, right?
Multibegging. Or unless he sees that what he's doing is hurting him, but that's not the case...
There he is writhing again with PLEASURE. Come on, now he understands why some people go to hell just for this.
Look at him, so cute, he never looks as handsome as now, almost unable to hold himself up.
He doesn't even know who he is anymore, he takes him by the nape of the neck... and seeks a kiss.
Crowley returns it, actually quite amazed by all the kinds of little sounds and expressions he's able to elicit with this. What will happen if he does another one in the middle of the kiss?
Well, what the hell is going to happen, he's going to moan into his mouth and devour him even MORE. Insatiable. You said it yourself.
We'll see... how beautiful and celestial. Before, you'd fall for much less than this.
Don't scare him. He's going to... try to stop him. He doesn't even know how. He takes his hands with his own. He looks at him, letting him.
"H-How...?" the angel starts. He's barely organizing his brain. Barely and barely.
"How?"
"Wait... mmmm... "he squirms against him because all of that felt too good. He looks at him, smiling. "Ahhhh!" he continues a bit. "W-What did... buff... t-that...?"
"I can do more..."
"Wait! H-How did you... do that? W-What..."
"Calm down, calm down... breathe" he laughs.
That's what Aziraphale tries to do, really... and to think. And not to feel, but he's never felt so many intense things all at once.
Crowley tries to release his hands, and when he does, he hugs him, cradling him a bit.
"H-Heavens... Do you do this to people?"
"Yes" the demon strokes his back. He tightens his blue eyes.
"Ugh" Aziraphale hides in his neck. Crowley hugs him tighter because now he really starts to feel cold. "And what do other people do?"
"Nobody is as cute as you."
"Ugh! I didn't do anything cute. I don't even know what I did. Y-You shouldn't be able to do that!"
"You can heal the wounded, can't you?"
"Ughhhh!"
"Well, it's clear that temptation was going to be my thing. And it's funny because manually, you can't handle more than four, but here it seems there's no limit."
"Manu... alright. Alright, alright... Ugh! I don't want to know" he curls up against him, red as a tomato. "I-I've never seen you do it."
"Well, I just did it to you like ten times, but if you want more..."
Aziraphale squeezes his eyes tighter.
"I meant to no one else" that's definitely not a no.
"Fine, whatever" there goes another one just to avoid the subject.
The scream AGAIN because he wasn't expecting it! Crowley chuckles a little.
"You're forbidden to do this without... permission!"
"Oh, a new rule."
"Two. Not to me... Not to anyone else" he continues hiding in his neck.
"Keep going, keep making rules..."
"So you can break them? I don't think you do this to anyone else..."
"At least you don't seem regretful of staying" the demon clears his throat a bit trying to avoid that topic. Aziraphale's expression changes a bit with that throat clearing.
"I'm not..." he whispers... and leans against him, thinking about it.
"That does seem like an achievement."
"Even more of an achievement is getting you to stay in one position for more than half an hour... you're cold, you're trembling" he sighs.
"Uh... A bit."
"Let's go inside, my dear..." he separates from him a bit and... he's still thinking about who he's done this with like this.
Crowley nods.
"Perhaps... a bath?"
The demon nods again, and they both need to wash completely. Aziraphale's legs tremble when he stands up.
Yes, but they should probably stop bathing together every three minutes. Hours... but if they don't want to, Aziraphale can let him bathe alone.
Nah.
"My legs are trembling."
"Perhaps I've gone a bit overboard" He runs a hand over a thigh.
"A bit?"
"Meaning, it's normal for it to happen only once."
"Are they coming... h-Here?" the angel asks seemingly uninterested. Aziraphaaaaaaale, can you relax?
"Who?" Crowley tenses up because he's felt something. They shouldn't have done this on the bloody balcony! What was the need? None! Especially when they have a perfect, huge, and comfortable bed in the room.
"The ones who come for you to do this to them."
"What? Who the hell?" the demon pushes him to stand up and pulls him inside Okay, okay... I wasn't expecting this.
"What?! What's going on? What's going on?!"
"I don't know, you said someone was coming, you saw them in the sky or..." the demon pulls him, and with a snap, he closes the window and blinds.
"No! I'm talking about the people you bring to do that!"
"What the hell?"
"What's wrong with you?! Did you sense someone?!"
"You just scared the hell out of me just because you're jealous!"
"I'm not jealous!"
Eye roll.
"You're not even answering me!" the angel adds
"Who knows what you're imagining"
"Just so I don't imagine that you come... here to do this same thing with whom?! I don't even believe it!"
"Then why do you insist?" Crowley wrinkles his nose.
"Because it's not like you to not tell me!"
The problem is... Crowley doesn't like admitting that because, of course, it makes him look cooler to have a line of people coming here to be tempted. Even though that's not at all what's happening.
Yeah, but... Aziraphale is imagining this same scenario with more people, and he just can't believe it, but... But!
"With whom... how come...?" he squints because he shouldn't be jealous. It's not becoming of an angel. Everyone does as they please here. "Ugh! This IS your fault!"
"I can't understand how we went from 'we're not friends, I don't know him, I've never seen him before' to an exclusive physical relationship in a week.
"You know what? You're right." Aziraphale furrows his brow at that, looking him in the eyes.
"What?" the demon stops at the revolving door.
"You're right. This is absurd, and I'm... this has gone from... nothing."
"Aaagh," he looks at the ceiling, dramatically appealing to God.
"Absolutely nothing. And I'm making up ideas based on... I don't know what! You're ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!" the angel shrieks, also waving his arms.
"I just can't believe that..."
"It's not like you have to believe ANYTHING. You're right. Isn't that what you always want to hear? How am I supposed to say that with all its letters? We were... we went from being NOTHING, to... nothing."
"That's not true!"
"Or maybe we should have! We were nothing, now we're just a bit more than nothing!"
"That's not true!" each scream is more desperate than the last. "Keep it up, and Michael Sheen is going to appear to agree with me!"
"And since we're NOTHING, it's absolutely unbecoming of me to be here" it's impossible to think that Aziraphale isn't screaming his lungs out, even if Michael Sheen had to be tortured to say those words.
"I never said we were nothing! You're the one saying we're just associates!"
"You're the one telling me we have a relationship you don't want!"
"Why would I not want it when I've even given you a bloody ring!"
"And I said yes, idiot!"
"I know you did! What I don't know is why you're yelling at me now!"
"Because maybe YOU are waiting for someone else!"
"I'll bring Michael Sheen," Crowley insists, glaring at him.
"Then stay with that Michael!"
"Well, maybe I will!"
"Fine! I don't need you!" Aziraphale screams hysterically.
"Don't think I need you either!"
Aziraphale looks at him, with his brow furrowed... and, he storms off SO angrily towards the door.
"FINE!"
"Fine!" Crowley shouts back without moving from where he is.
The angel squints because... he hates fighting with him like this... um. Who was this Michael Sheen anyway?! He'll VANISH him if he knows him.
Maybe he's going to find him and cry with him and accuse you. If you follow him, you know...
The angel pushes the elevator button furiously, hysterical, thinking besides that he wanted his bath and sleep... he wanted to sleep with Crowley. Who evidently, with all that moving, wasn't going to let him sleep for a single minute. And it was the height of it all to let him go home like this, in the middle of the rain, after doing that to him until his legs trembled! He might do that with everyone perhaps. He clenches his fists, gets into the elevator, and snaps his fingers.
Crowley runs a hand through his hair unable to believe he has such bloody BAD TASTE in partners. He doesn't even know why he says it in plural as if he had two hundred of them. I mean, he came here, invited him to dinner, did all that, and the guy still leaves for his house as if nothing during a full-blown jealousy attack.
Poor unfortunate soul, you are the real victim of this story.
Ugh, he hoped to gather enough material to make reports for Beelzebub for the rest of eternity just from this because he didn't plan on ever seeing him AGAIN, and he could forget about his magic hands!
He goes on Twitter and sends a broken heart to Michael Sheen. But since Aziraphale messed up half of his social networks and now it's not his turn with the neuron, he actually sends it to an Australian teenager's fanpage who is probably sleeping at this time.
So he decides to terrorize the plants for a while, just out of the blue and with no reason at all, but a random burst of anger every now and then always helped them... strive for the best.
When the elevator doors open, Aziraphale brings clean, freshly ironed clothes, it even smells like orange blossom as it usually does. He carries an umbrella in hand, about to open it as he exits the building lobby with the calm and serene demeanor he usually has. Up until now, everything related to Crowley had been nice... beautiful even, and it was a slip-up. Maybe he could convince Heaven that he wasn't going to kill him, but he wasn't going to see him again.
In the middle of his rage outburst, the demon runs out onto the balcony and shouts to the cloudy London sky, "AND KNOW THAT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IS A SIN!"
Damn, maybe he'll even hear him. The thing is... Aziraphale leaves the building, opens the umbrella, and before he can hear him shout that or not, someone puts a black, smelly bag over his head and hits him on the back of the neck.