[He's glad that went over well, and his smile softens just enough that he decides he better hide it behind a sip of wine.]
Uh... hold on. [It doesn't take him long to dig out his phone; first he checks his own arrival, muttering a quiet "huh, shit" as he does, then Aziraphale's.]
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Uh... hold on. [It doesn't take him long to dig out his phone; first he checks his own arrival, muttering a quiet "huh, shit" as he does, then Aziraphale's.]
About eight months for me, half that for him.