Aziraphale was never too drunk to tut disapprovingly, although when he was heading towards truly and magnificently intoxicated, as he was now, such exclamations were less subtle than he probably intended. He stared at nothing very much, rubbing the pads of his fingers across the table, as Gabriel overthought things - which might have been a mistake, since it gave Aziraphale time to think, too.

Generally he didn't mope when he was drunk, because he generally was drunk with Crowley, who would not have allowed moping, or with a book, in whose company he could never be upset. However, the relative quiet allowed his mind to drift back to home, not a particular place or time but a more general feeling of comfort and safety that he was missing here.

Tamping that down, he took another shot without realizing he didn't have to and looked at Gabriel a bit blankly. "Sins. But you didn't do all of them, apparently. Not to worry, you're better for it."