Aziraphael does, and needs abruptly to try and swallow down a feeling he can't quite put a name to: one part sudden, fierce desire to simply press whichever button it is that will end this, to walk away, to not have to watch this, to not have to think any more about what happened, to not be having this conversation -- and one part painful, treacherous longing for Raguel to be here, and not... not wherever he is.

(he does not want to be alone)

"Stop it." Flat; not quite harsh. "He'll be back."

Unspoken: they'll both be around when he does.