At least they made it to the bedroom and got their trunk settled at the foot of the bed before the waterworks started, just standing there next to the busted trunk with all their favorite things in it, many of which came from Aziraphale and Crowley. Who are gone. They scrub at their face with the back of the flesh hand, feeling stupid but still so goddamn hollow. "Don't go. Don't. Please."

They don't know what having her stay will do. It's not like she can hug them, which will probably make her uncomfortable and unhappy. But the thought of being alone even in the bedroom, even with her downstairs, makes the hollow feeling worse. Makes them want to sob, or yell, or hit something.