Jay's been sitting relatively motionless for a while, staring at the folded paper he knows is the letter he wrote, when Greta stirs him with her suggestion.
"Yeah," he murmurs, nodding. "Okay." He gets up and fumbles around for his phone, putting in a text to his sickly, Biblical landlord.
What is his life, even.
Aziraphale arranges the whole thing with rather absurd ease - transportation, expediting the check-in procedure, convincing the dubious Dr. Ruiz that this is an entirely ordinary situation, and covering the fees. It's ridiculous - it's too much, and yet Jay has no alternative but to expect all the charity he's offered. He's grateful for Greta's continued presence, standing with him in shared embarrassed bewilderment at all the help.
It ends with Aziraphale flitting back home, Jay standing with Greta in Tim's room, watching him breathe.
"Can we get out of here," he says softly.
He'll be back. He knows he will. He probably won't be able to stay away much at all. But right now he needs a fucking break, and he doesn't want to drag Greta down with him.
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"Yeah," he murmurs, nodding. "Okay." He gets up and fumbles around for his phone, putting in a text to his sickly, Biblical landlord.
What is his life, even.
Aziraphale arranges the whole thing with rather absurd ease - transportation, expediting the check-in procedure, convincing the dubious Dr. Ruiz that this is an entirely ordinary situation, and covering the fees. It's ridiculous - it's too much, and yet Jay has no alternative but to expect all the charity he's offered. He's grateful for Greta's continued presence, standing with him in shared embarrassed bewilderment at all the help.
It ends with Aziraphale flitting back home, Jay standing with Greta in Tim's room, watching him breathe.
"Can we get out of here," he says softly.
He'll be back. He knows he will. He probably won't be able to stay away much at all. But right now he needs a fucking break, and he doesn't want to drag Greta down with him.