Abby Road - Residence of Aziraphale and Wilson

[doctorjwilson]

Wilson set his hands on his hips and peered into the softsided duffle bag he had almost completely packed.

"It's always a bugger when I don't know where exactly I'm going," he said almost to himself and then decided that a few sweatshirts probably wouldn't be amiss so he headed for his closet to grab some. Probably Phale's.

[ooc: For the fake

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[ditheringangel]

Aziraphale was...not taking his mate's departure very well. As Wilson packed, the angel paced back and forth across the room.

"Why now? Why is it so urgent that you go now? I've only just got back, James! He can't suddenly need your help when he's gone this long without it."

[doctorjwilson]

It hadn't really been expected that Phale would take it well, had it?

Rolling up the sweatshirts, Wilson tucked them into the bag and walked over to where his mate was pacing.

"Love, I don't know. Maybe his being in 'touch' with me over the past week when ... you weren't you, reminded him of something useful I could do. You know how he is, he's not big on details."

[ditheringangel]

"He should learn to think of details!" Aziraphale exclaimed, pointlessly because they both knew Lucifer would never change. Especially if there was no personal gain in doing so.

"This was supposed to be a vacation," he murmured, stopping his pacing and rubbing a hand over his face.

[doctorjwilson]

Reaching up, Wilson put his hands on either side of Phale's face in a soothing manner.

"Yes, love because the evils and ills of the universe ... and multiple creations are oh so good at taking breathers while you and I are on vacation."