That's not getting out, he thought, but kept it to himself. Mostly. The look he gave Crowley was a bit judgmental but then again, they all kind of hit that routine eventually, didn't they?

"A bit of a bold opener, but nothing too personal." Aziraphale shrugged, rearranging his silverware on the napkin in lieu of answering the question as he considered the merits of being open.

"When I was wrapping up at university," he said at last, "my grandfather pushed me for a law degree. Or barring that, the military." He grimaced. Lord knows he'd never have made it there. Just didn't have the stomach for either, law or war, honestly. "I fancied having the freedom to be...myself. So I did what any reasonable headstrong twenty-something would do: I packed my things and left. New York seemed like such an adventure."

And it was, though maybe all Aziraphale had really needed at the time was the space and distance. He could have gone anywhere.

"And how about you?"