He looked up at the young man and then around at the temple, putting on a brave face. It had been so long since The Almighty talked to him directly; he had been separated from Her for a long time-- Being on Earth would do that. Receiving Her orders indirectly through Heaven would do that.

"Thank you." He appreciated it, though maybe he didn't need solace. Maybe he needed something to get under his skin and drive him to act again. Aziraphale wasn't sure anymore. Everything he knew had changed overnight and then it had changed again. He had no anchor; no Heaven, no God, no Crowley. No Armageddon to work against. He had classes he could take, people he could meet, and it all seemed rather directionless. "Admittedly, it would be nice to have someplace to belong."