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The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

Wilson had said he wanted to spend time soaking up a little sun and enjoying the nice fall weather. Aziraphale wasn't so sure about the wisdom of that idea, considering the young doctor's injuries and the fact that he himself wasn't feeling his best.

But that didn't stop him from heading out to the park with a blanket and a thermos of tea, the blanket for just in case it got too cool and the tea for...well, because it was tea.

[ooc: Stop by and see Aziraphale and Wilson, or use the post for your own parkiness.]

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Aziraphale took a seat on his favorite bench and poured himself a cup of tea while he waited for Wilson to get done at the FTEC.

With his arm now properly stitched and bandaged, tucked in close to his body by a soft sling and carefully immobalized so that the hairline bone fractures didn't ache quite so much, Wilson puttered through the park, heading for the duck pond.

It was a nice day, sunny and cool, the air starting to become crisp with Fall and Wilson even managed to find an early volunteer off the tree to chase with his toe as he came up behind Aziraphale.

"Hey." He said softly, bending down to pick up the leaf and holding it out towards Phale as he came to sit down on the bench beside him.

Looking up, Aziraphale smiled and took the leaf, twirling it between his fingers as the young doctor sat down. He hated seeing Wilson bandaged like that, but at least the man was up and walking around, which was more than he could say for the last time.

"Have some tea, love." He held out the cup in his hand. "What did the doctor at the clinic say?"

Taking the tea with a content hum, Wilson settled himself a little closer so that he could lean, shoulder to shoulder with the angel. It was impossible to sit on this bench, looking out over this duck pond, sipping tea and not wallow in pleasent memories.

"He asked what I'd done to myself. I said wild sex and jell-o shots." Turning, he gave Phale and impish grin. "If only."

"Jello shots," the angel mused, leaning gently back against Wilson's shoulder. "I don't believe I've ever had one of those."

He chuckled to himself at the memory of getting blistered in the pub with Wilson, and then walking home singing.

"A little imp left me a gift (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1109490.html?thread=48492530#t48492530). Would you like to share it with me?"

"I'll make em one night...you know, after I'm off the happy pills." Wilson said with a gentle grin.

Looking at the donut the grin grew into a smile, one of the first he'd indulged in since the night before and he chuckled.

"Certainly, as long as you don't mind sharing your gift." He arched an eyebrow, curious about who the little imp was but true to one of their first understandings, he didn't push for the answer, if it was something private for Aziraphale.

"I'll hold you to that," he replied, brushing a kiss to Wilson's cheek.

He broke the donut in half to share. "River," he said, as if the young doctor had asked the question out loud. "I think she's doing better. We spoke a bit on the phone. I..."

Aziraphale looked a little embarrassed. "I sent her a music box. With a ballerina inside it, that turns."

Leaning out a little, Wilson grinned and took his part of the donut.

"That ... is so sweet, Raphale."

It even earned the angel a kiss on the cheek.

The angel blushed a little bit, mostly because...well, he was used to giving out tea and advice, but unsolicited gifts drifted into the realm of things like...hugs. From people one hardly knew.

Which he didn't at all object to, but it was a somewhat new experience.

"She said she liked it, although the monster that lives under her roommates bed is afraid of the music. So it was decided that she'd play the music box while feeding the monster ice cream."

Aziraphale wondered what it would be like to one day go back to living in a place where such conversations were actually considered weird.

It wouldn't feel like home.

"I'm sure she'll bring it around...the monster that is...she seems to be a bright young lady." Wilson said then he sat up a bit. "Oh, that reminds me, Bel works in the Clinic...only it's not Bel, just someone who looks exactly like him. Just so it doesn't catch you by surprise if you ever run into him."

Yep, it wouldn't be Fandom without conversations like these. Settling back in against the angel, Wilson stretched his legs out and fell silent for a bit, looking thoughtful as he sipped his tea.

"Guess...that I'd better stick to the island for a bit."

"Yes." Aziraphale sighed softly, his shoulders slumping a little. Really, he'd never had much of an opinion about demons one way or the other, except for Crowley of course. But he was really beginning to rather dislike them.

"I'm sorry, James," he said, for probably the tenth time since the previous night. "You shouldn't have to go through this. None of you should."

He rubbed his hand over his face, fretting about Bel and Blair, and how they were handling things, and then dropped his hand to Wilson's leg and curled his fingers around the hem of the young doctor's sweater.

Wilson eyed the unconsciously possessive way Phale's fingers curled into his sweater and he lowered his good hand to grasp his lover's.

"I sort of knew what I was signing on for." He said softly but there was regret in his tone because while he knew, that still didn't absolve the fact that Blair and Bel had been pulled into a dangerous situation.

"But, I've got to tell you, love...despite our so called exhaulted status in HIS eyes, we seem to be little more than toy soliders for you lot to play with, melt under a microscope or leave stuck out in the sand."

It shook his faith. It shook his faith in HIM to be told one thing, yet treated in an entirely different manner.

"That's not true, James!" Aziraphale turned his head to look in surprise at Wilson. "This...this is an extreme situation, an unusual one, and I don't yet understand how I'm supposed to be handling it. But...it's my own fault...."

He slumped back against the bench and closed his eyes. Maybe at one time, he'd have had a nice speech for Wilson, about HIS love and the Plan and Free Will. And the angel still believed in those things, he just...wasn't sure anymore how they worked.

"HE does love you..." Aziraphale murmured.

"How is it your fault?" Wilson exclaimed fretfully. "You were just doing your job...even back in the beginning, all you've done is your duty and this...Balrog just keeps coming."

Wriggling his good arm between Aziraphale's back and the bench, Wilson lay his head on the angel's shoulder.

"I know, I can make the argument that at least there is this island where we seem to be safe...discounting zombies and gremlins and...horny teenagers and that it could be an example of HIS love but it seems so unbalanced with no real way for us to come out the winners, we're supposed to be in the end."

For a long while, Aziraphale didn't say anything. Because according to the interpretation of the Plan that he'd been given -- as opposed to the interpretation he and to some extent Crowley had developed for themselves -- mortals weren't supposed to come out the winners. The Host were.

He didn't like that ending. Which was the reason he and Crowley had faced off against the Horsemen back in Lower Tadfield.

The angel slipped his own arm around Wilson's shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you," he whispered miserably. "I'm sorry, James love. I just don't think I know anymore."

River noticed Aziraphale and attempted to sneak up behind him. She wasn't sure if that worked on angels, but it was worth a try. She carefully placed a donut beside him on the bench, winked, and disappeared again.

Sneaking up didn't really work on angels most of the time, but Aziraphale simply turned his head when River appeared and smiled at her.

"Thank you, my dear," he murmured, picking up the donut with a chuckle.

[ooc: Awww, that's sweet! :D]

Clark was enjoying the fine early autumn weather, and his path just happened to take him by Aziraphale and Wilson. "Hello."

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