Crawling back to you (Hozier's version)

2: The Coffee

While the elevator to Heaven, his formerly well-loved home, was moving upwards, Aziraphale felt strange.

Obviously, he wanted Crowley to be an angel alongside him.

He'd had that thought so many times before; it would've
made things so much easier for him many times.

Aziraphale was still holding the coffee he was given, but he didn't want to drink more, even though Metatron told him it would help him calm down.

He looked at it. And he hesitantly drank a few more sips.

He wasn't feeling like himself. It was like someone other than himself was rambling on in his head. And usually, that would be Crowley, who has managed to establish himself quite a bit over these past few years.

Now, there was a voice in his head telling him that doing this was the right thing to do. He could change just about everything. This was the right thing to do.

Aziraphale believed this was the 'voice of reason' many humans referred to.

But then, in the back of his mind, there was a tiny voice telling him that, no. He can't leave like this. He was missing something. Or rather, someone.

And Aziraphale knew the bad voice was called the 'devil on one's shoulder'.

He liked Crowley, again, obviously, but Heaven was still his home... right? And Metatron had been so nice to him - and everyone would be this nice to him now - and he could really change this place - he could -

Aziraphale breathed in deeply as the elevator came to a halt. This was good. Everything was perfectly alright. He needed to calm down.

Metatron guided him through Heaven, speaking, and it felt like what he was saying was the most important thing in the world right now, but Aziraphale just couldn't listen. Too much had happened, and he just needed to think.

There were simply far too many thoughts in his own head to listen and, God forbid, think about anything else on top of it.

And then he saw Michael and Uriel.

Technically, Aziraphale had a higher rank and title than the two of them. Sure they were all archangels, but he was...

"...the new Supreme Archangel!" Metatron introduced him happily.

Aziraphale waved his hand for a short second. He cleared his throat. "Well, uhm, hello again. I'm sure we have a lot to discuss, so, uhm, you, Metatron, can go back to your work now."

Metatron smiled his senile old man smile. "I won't leave you alone for your first day of work! This is an important job, and I'm just gonna make sure you'll do it just right."

"Really? I mean - don't you have more important work to do? You know, being the voice of God and all?"

The Metatron looked at him, meaningfully, the smile still on his lips. "No."

Nodding his head hesitantly, Aziraphale turned to look at Micheal and Uriel. "Well, then, I suppose... do you have anything to report?"

They shared a look before Micheal spoke up. "Gabriel and Beelzebub went off together. I suggest we sent someone to take Gabriel or the both of them back."

Aziraphale nodded while Micheal was speaking, then he aggressively shook his head. "No! I mean, they surely won't cause any more trouble."

Uriel and Micheal seemed to share the sentiment that something was up. They kept sharing those meaningful glances, sometimes confused, but seemingly complementing whether to comment on Aziraphale's strange behaviour.