Ineffable Husbands Oneshots

Voicemails

You have one new message:

"Hello Crowley. I, um, wanted to know how you've been. I know that you're probably busy tempting and whatnot. How about we go out for lunch? I guess, give me a call back, alright?" Beep

You have 4 new messages:

"Um, it's me again, Aziraphale. I know I'm probably being a bit annoying, but I'm a little concerned. You stormed off without saying anything. Did I do something wrong? If you can just give me a call back, that would be very much appreciated." Beep.

You have 6 new messages:

"Hi, it's me, Aziraphale. I was wondering if you could give me a call back. There is an important matter we must discuss. Please, if you get this message, meet me at our bench." Beep.

You have 15 new messages:

"Crowley, I need to see you. I heard rumors and I know they can't be true. Please. Meet me at our tree at 5 this evening. I'll see you soon." Beep.

You have 27 new messages:

"I'm coming over." Beep.

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Aziraphale curled in on himself. He should've seen the signs. It's been half a year since his friend's passing, well, destruction. He's been sitting there for those six months, listening to those messages, knowing that over half of them never made it to the receiver. He couldn't bare to clean the puddle and wet clothes that was Crowley. So, he sat and sat. Wallowing in his pity.