Ineffable reunion

Heaven

Aziraphale glanced back at his demon friend, oh how he wished he knew. This was so much more than he had time to explain, and now, he may never get to see his beloved again.

Aziraphale stepped on the elevator, staring at the floor in hopes that The Metatron wouldn't notice his doubts. "He made his choice." The Metatron said coldly, as he pressed the upper "H" button. "Yes, I suppose so." Aziraphale responded quietly with a forced smile. The rest of the ride was quiet, the angel trying hard not to think about his loss. The Metatron smiled as the elevator chimed, and the doors opened. Aziraphale watched the familiar cold, white halls of Heaven become visible to him.

"Right," The Metatron seemed quite happy, was something going on? They stepped out of the elevator. "So as I'm sure you know, there are no material objects in Heaven. We will be taking those clothes and destroying them. You will be given a new suit to change into." Aziraphale hadn't thought of this "Oh, yes of course." He loved his waistcoat, but he didn't see a way to keep it. "Michael here will show you to your desk, and that's where I will have your new suit brought to you." Aziraphale smiled, hiding his disappointment.

Sitting at his new desk, in his new suit, Aziraphale couldn't help but think that he might have made the wrong choice. No, no I cannot think that. This is what she wants, she should never be doubted. He took a deep breath, and shifted in his seat, my, this suit is quite uncomfortable for not even being real. Whether he admits it or not, he already hates it here. He wants to go home, to his bookshop, invite over Crowley for some coco and sit on the couch in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.