Oh gods, that is so much better. Sunshine straightens, steady enough to support her own weight again, then gives both cats a dubious look. She has never wanted to kick a kitten before, and even though she's knows it's not a real kitten, it's still not a comfortable feeling. And now they're, what, interrogating Aziraphale? This is so frigging surreal.

She edges back over to Spike and cautiously holds out a hand. "Come on. We can at least get you to the couch." He won't look like such a goddamn mess if he's lying on the couch as opposed to the uncomfortable linoleum of his kitchen floor. How did he even get there?