[Aziraphale looks up as he hears the knock on his door, the prickle of recognition along his senses. There's only one being he's expecting at his door and he can already tell that it's him. He sets down the device and adjusts his jumper as he walks over to the door and opens it, a bashful, sheepish, happy smile on his face.]
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You're still here. I'm so glad.