Little by little. Little by little since they stopped having to keep up appearances - for the most part, as there were still some roles to fill (as less than celestial, on Earth, and as more than that, to their former sides). Making up for time that was never really lost, but not fully available.

It’s...nice. This. Aziraphale feels himself quite unsure of what to do, how to proceed, how to feel. There’s so much. There’s too much. But he doesn’t pull away yet.


“Better. I think.” His voice is still quiet, soft. He swallows dryly and clears his throat, and it’s a roundabout relief to be doing so out of nerves instead of out of sickness. “I don’t ...feel them anymore.”