Aziraphale had finished the Tuesday Leaf shift feeling tired and unsettled, and Wilson had demonstrated that gentle understanding which always endeared him so much to the angel by fixing a light supper of sandwiches and soup and then settling them both in the living room with an old black and white movie. The angel had fallen asleep on the couch,
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You know, in case the changed lasted.
However, for the first time in over a week, Wilson was slowly waking to the divine scent of feathers and his fingers burrowed eagerly into the softness of a broad white wing.
"Mmmmm, wiiiinnngg."
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"Oh, it feels good to be back to normal."
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"Normal, love?"
Because really, was there any such thing as 'normal' in their lives?
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Sitting up a little, enough so he could look down into his lover's face, the angel smiled. "Oh, you know, things like being able to do this."
He rested his weight on one arm, and held open his palm, revealing a red rose petal. "It was an interesting experience, but I'm glad to be an angel again."
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