"I try to be, yes. It makes things easier."

Aziraphale shook his head. "Can't be done. That's the beauty of free will. Everyone goes off in an entirely different direction and soon it's not a herd, it's a diaspora. Always been difficult to manage, you - us."

He bit the inside corner of his mouth. He'd met Dr. Freud briefly. Not quite a Freudian slip, but not entirely unintentional. How he did hate being guarded - but hopefully Owen wouldn't notice.