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Date: April 2nd, 2000
Setting: Belial's room
Status: Somewhat public - Aziraphale, Belial
Summary: Aziraphale seeks out a neglected friend.

It took courage.

Aziraphale straightened his hair one last time in the mirror, nervous. He hadn't seen Belial in months; not since the surgery, really.

And now to go visit him out of nowhere...

The angel felt guilty. He hadn't meant to let everything fall by the wayside like that. Aziraphale only wanted Belial and Gabriel to have their time alone before reintroducing himself into their lives. If they even wanted him.

He crossed the hall, down to Belial's door, and knocked soundly, gathering his courage. He really hoped

a) that Belial was all right, and recovered;
b) that Gabriel was still close with him;
c) that Belial would faintly recognize him, hopeful tartan included;
and d) that Belial wouldn't find his sudden reappearance too offensive.

The last was where the ice cream came in.

He knocked again, hearing stirring sounds from within. "Belial?" he asked quietly. "Hello? Are you quite all right, my dear?"

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Belial was woken by the soft rapping, blinking against the blinding light that greeted him. He shook his head and slid ungracefully out of his bed, stumbling to close the drapes. Darkness surrounded him comfortingly and he gave a soft sigh, glancing down to make sure he was decent.

Well, it would do.

The second knock came and he whirled, stalking across his chambers, and tugged open the door without a second thought as to who it might be. Smelled strawberries and looked down.

"Oh, Aziraphale," he said, breaking into an unrepentant grin at the sight of the ice cream the angel was carrying, "come in, come in."