Aziraphale had heard a rumor, about a book. At a shop other than his, which was rather vexxing. So he made inquiries about the location, and appeared there the next day after putting out the "closed indefinitely" sign on his own shop. (The sign had two sides; the other said "open temporarily.")

He walked in, hearing a little bell chime, and looked around. "Hello?"

Aziraphale rather liked visiting churches, though he'd done less of it these days. Perhaps a small part of him was afraid that being more conspicuous in God's view might make those Up There decide to start paying attention to him again. And if that happened he was pretty sure they wouldn't like what they saw.

"Mr. Fell," said the priest kindly when he walked into the sanctuary. "How very nice to see you." He was just stepping out of the confessional booth, so he paused and said, "Did you come to take confession?"

Aziraphale blurted, "No," so very quickly that it was probably suspicious.

The priest blinked, and then lowered his voice a little and said, "Just so you know, Mr. Fell, I consider myself a progressive member of the clergy, and you won't find yourself doing hail marys for perfectly natural forms of lo - "

"I just came to sit and pray," Aziraphale said quickly, cheeks turning quite pink.

The priest only smiled. "Well it's nice that you're here. I've been wanting to share a book with you. I came across it recently and thought you might like a look."

Aziraphale brightened. "That would be so lovely. Thank you, father."

The priest nodded, and then shuffled away, leaving Aziraphale standing at the front of the sanctuary.

Aziraphale did not kiss anyone at midnight, and indeed by the time the crowd started to thin as the wee hours of the morning wore on, he had grown quite bored. However, he had also been unwilling to admit so to Crowley, and so he had simply wandered, still not approaching the demon.

At some point, they looked out across the thinned crowd and caught each other's gaze. Then without any further communication, they both headed out of the club and into the London night, towards Crowley's car.

They walked in silence for a moment, and then finally Aziraphale said, "You were in top form tonight."

Guarding the Eastern Gate was a lot more depressing once the humans had gone. It left basically no one for Aziraphale to talk to (or even look at) beside Crawly, and even Crawly wasn't around much now since there wasn't any reason for him to be there without anyone to Tempt.

Aziraphale was also still awfully worried about his sword.

He imagined he'd be given a new assignment eventually. He thought he'd rather like to stay here if he had any choice in the matter - here being Earth, not the Gate. He found himself wanting to follow the little family, see what they were up to. There'd be a lot more of them eventually, and they were bound to be interesting.

Heaven, on the other hand, was awfully boring. Good did not mean interesting.

He sighed a little bit and looked out at the storm clouds. It was going to rain again.