[Wait. What? How had he forgotten the fight? S. Fights plural and...no, no, no, he'll deal with the rest of that later. He doesn't just forget things, hot cocoa aside. Important things. Important!

The internal meltdown is happening at the speed of angel. Outwardly, he's just blank until his mouth opens for unhelpful sputtering.]

What do you mean? Already saved Earth? You...you said you wanted to leave. Then we were... Hang it all! Why is it that all I can think about is giving you a hug?

[It's outrageous. He expects better of himself than this, and he can't be completely sure this isn't somehow Crowley's doing, although he truly doesn't think so. It's not his style to be this elaborate. Far too much effort.]

Four months?