[Aziraphale chalks it up, maybe, to Ray not really bothering to look at who's approached him at the counter with a terse and hesitant little hello. And he understands, sort of; he wouldn't want company, either, in the wake of... whatever that was.
But that's too bad, because he's here whether Ray likes it or not.
He wrinkles his nose, presses on. They like each other, right? They're kind of friends? So this is fine.]
@ the men's cologne counter, post-robbie
But that's too bad, because he's here whether Ray likes it or not.
He wrinkles his nose, presses on. They like each other, right? They're kind of friends? So this is fine.]
Raymond.