Shrugging in acknowledgment of Liam's words, Aziraphale looked away, not sure how to articulate what he meant. If he had, it might not have gone over well. He'd had millennia as a field agent to gain a sense of personal responsibility for humanity, but on a grand scale, never personal. His few run-ins with individuals outside the context of helpful nudges in the direction of holiness had been brief and routine. Otherwise, his interactions had been limited to Crowley and the host. Feeling an emotional connection to a human being was an entirely new experience.

He felt responsible. He couldn't help it. But he was also beginning to feel that perhaps he shouldn't. It was confusing, particularly for someone who'd spent thousands of years in a rigid state of certainly.

"Well." He straightened his back and smiled stiffly, retreating into formality. "It's good to know that you're all right. Hopefully things will be a bit better where we're going."