As Jack had suspected, Ianto had practically had a stroke when he'd come home to a giant hole in the wall, plaster and blood everywhere and the good leather furniture set ruined.
Wilson was still nesting in the kitchen, rearranging all of the cupboards and putting his own stamp on the space again. Aziraphale decided this would be a good time to let the man bond with the house a bit, and headed out for a walk.
His feet led him down to Memory Lane, and he decided to poke his nose in and say hello. Tapping on the door, he opened it and did literally just that.
Thelma had been out, just to see if maybe Jack was napping or something. So, there was a knock at the door. That might be assumed to be a prank, what with no one visible out there.
"Well, sort of," Jack said as he picked the clear gist of that up. Actually since he'd started focusing on his long buried psychic training, he'd found it easier and easier to pick up on Thelma and he smiled towards what seemed like thin air.
"Haven't seen you about in a while. How are you doing?"
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His feet led him down to Memory Lane, and he decided to poke his nose in and say hello. Tapping on the door, he opened it and did literally just that.
"Hullo, anyone at home?"
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"Evening, Aziraphale!" He said cheerfully.
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"I'll admit I don't know buggerall about construction, but aren't you supposed to empty out the room before you try and remodel the walls?"
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"Hello?"
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"Haven't seen you about in a while. How are you doing?"
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