"Aziraphale..." there is an unmistakable thank-goodness-you're-here tone in his voice. He smiles at him, and if the dark mood remains evident in his eyes, at least the presence of a friend is clearly some kind of comfort.

"Yes, I..." He takes the bottle gratefully, setting the empty at his own feet. "I spoke to Raphael. I mean, I didn't seek him out. He came to me, and it's left me...unsettled. For a number of reasons."

"And I'm not quite prepared to discuss the whole business with Lucifer just yet. I mean, I need to sort it out in my own head first."