When he felt the fabric of his clothes change, Aziraphale bit his tongue hard to keep from saying something he'd regret. High road. Instead, he stared at the screen. 98%. Just another minute. Surely he could stand one more minute.

"I try not to assume things about people," he said tersely - 99%. "We're not the same person, thank you."

As soon as the bar hit 100%, he unplugged the e-reader hastily, slid it across the desk, and looked up at Gabriel at last. If looks could kill, Gabriel would be a mess on the wall. "If you would both leave and stop bickering and snapping your fingers and destroying my property and generally being a nuisance, that would be just lovely. Good day."