He couldn't sleep, couldn't afford to. He sat by the window for hours, like he's done before, phone in hand, checking and checking it in case he dozed through a notification. Waiting for the call or the text. It finally came after the sun was up, and he jarred his body back up and scrambled out the door, down the stairs, half-running, to the park.
He has no idea where in the park Tim is, so he's just been heading in the general direction of where he and Daine had their encounter with him - it - them - last night.
He finally spots him a little ways off the path, looking pinned between a tree and a tall man in a suit, which isn't a good precedent for them, but this tall man is obviously just a man, and not a particularly imposing one either, tall but awkward, soft, bespectacled - sort of Alex-shaped, he thinks with a little chill, if it weren't for the hair.
Anyway it doesn't matter how harmless he is, he needs to not be a part of this.
So Jay tromps forward with distinct purpose. He's lied and faked his way into and out of tons of situations and he can do it now, too.
"Hey!" he calls, waving his arm at Tim, putting on an absurd, disproportionately cheerful smile and thickening his accent noticeably. "There you are, gosh. The tour's at the museum now, man, come on, we're holding everyone up." He takes Tim's arm like this is totally normal they are just TOURISTS FROM DOWN SOUTH EVERYTHING IS NORMAL EVERYTHING IS FINE, nodding up at the taller man who is just looking at him with great bewilderment. "Central Park sure is big huh. Come on, buddy, this way."
And he drags Tim westward.
Aziraphale could have pointed out no, dear, I can see you're not tourists, but he recognized the precious little ruse for what it was, and saw no reason to break it up, really. Alex is going with him willingly, so perhaps it's for the best. He resolves to keep a distant eye on them, just to make sure they end up where he thinks they're heading, both in one piece.
[meanwhile]
He couldn't sleep, couldn't afford to. He sat by the window for hours, like he's done before, phone in hand, checking and checking it in case he dozed through a notification. Waiting for the call or the text. It finally came after the sun was up, and he jarred his body back up and scrambled out the door, down the stairs, half-running, to the park.
He has no idea where in the park Tim is, so he's just been heading in the general direction of where he and Daine had their encounter with him - it - them - last night.
He finally spots him a little ways off the path, looking pinned between a tree and a tall man in a suit, which isn't a good precedent for them, but this tall man is obviously just a man, and not a particularly imposing one either, tall but awkward, soft, bespectacled - sort of Alex-shaped, he thinks with a little chill, if it weren't for the hair.
Anyway it doesn't matter how harmless he is, he needs to not be a part of this.
So Jay tromps forward with distinct purpose. He's lied and faked his way into and out of tons of situations and he can do it now, too.
"Hey!" he calls, waving his arm at Tim, putting on an absurd, disproportionately cheerful smile and thickening his accent noticeably. "There you are, gosh. The tour's at the museum now, man, come on, we're holding everyone up." He takes Tim's arm like this is totally normal they are just TOURISTS FROM DOWN SOUTH EVERYTHING IS NORMAL EVERYTHING IS FINE, nodding up at the taller man who is just looking at him with great bewilderment. "Central Park sure is big huh. Come on, buddy, this way."
And he drags Tim westward.
Aziraphale could have pointed out no, dear, I can see you're not tourists, but he recognized the precious little ruse for what it was, and saw no reason to break it up, really. Alex is going with him willingly, so perhaps it's for the best. He resolves to keep a distant eye on them, just to make sure they end up where he thinks they're heading, both in one piece.