Aziraphale was enjoying a book of poetry when he suddenly had a view of an awkward young man instead of the book. He blinked in surprise, but he didn't seem angry in the slightest.
"Oh, you're fine dear boy. No harm done." He offered him a friendly smile. "Are you quite alright?"
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"Oh, you're fine dear boy. No harm done." He offered him a friendly smile. "Are you quite alright?"