[As of now, Zexion is just sitting in his room; he made a habit of taking one of those armchairs from the library
because he enjoys sitting in them and he has a book open.
Too bad he's really, really not concentrating on the book, and more thinking about the gratuitous amount of stupid he pulled a week or two ago, and vaguely wondering how much longer he has. Or how much longer Aziraphale has, really. Some little bit of regret is clawing at him, but he's trying to ignore it.
Point being, he is fairly sure he's screwed. So he continues to pretend to be interested in this book, which he doesn't even remember the title of at the moment. Talk about preoccupied.]