He had forgotten to turn off his phone so the annoying thing vibrated twice in his back pocket until he picked it up and scrolled through the message. It was sobering, helping to put many of those shattered pieces back into place. Feeling more grounded and a good deal ashamed of himself Anthony flicked the phone off and deflated into one of the chairs surrounding the before mentioned window table.

"The problem is," he nearly growled as he ran his hands through his hair, searching for the words to describe it, "I'm trying to live my life, be a normal human being... make mum proud by finding the right job, the right girl, the kind of life ever one ought to have, but I can't. I'm not normal! I keep having dreams about a guy I've barely met but I've known forever!"

He looked towards Aziraphale, his eyes deep with barely restrained thoughts.

"You wear the same aftershave. I noticed as soon as you got off the Tram."