"I'd say it's part nature, but it's many more parts practice," teased Owen. He reached out and patted John on his free hand before pulling back. "You'll get the hang of it if you want to."

His hand came up in a grandiose point toward the ceiling, a smile lighting up his features. "Chilling out," he began, before the finger came down and directed itself toward Aziraphale, "is exactly what you need to do. If not with the situation, then at least with your friends." Eyes sliding away, just for a moment, he then turned back and let his smile fade to something softer. "No reason to make all this harder on yourself, aye?"