His smile faltered - just a bit, for just a moment, and then he pulled it back up. He felt a stab of very unangelic jealousy. Why was it that he was alone and this man was not? Not that he begrudged him the company, as it was clearly someone he cared for very deeply, but - why him? "Oh, well, I'm sure you had more to do with it than you think," he said, for something to say, while at the same time thinking, Fall. What an apt choice of words. Is that what will happen? Or has it already happened?

"Well," Aziraphale added, straightening his collar under the sudden scrutiny, "I have the benefit of age to keep me certain of who I am. Enough years make for very stubborn . . . dreams."