In his time, Aziraphale had met enough brilliant and powerful blind people that he'd thought the idea of blindness no longer bothered him. But the sight of Gabriel's eyes staring not at but through and beyond him made him shiver.

When Gabriel took a step back, he stepped forward, then managed to stop himself, fingers twitching. Everything about the archangel was telling him to go away, even Aziraphale couldn't ignore it, it was that obvious, and even though he couldn't leave, he could make space.

"I wasn't," he said, not realizing until he spoke that he was verging on angry - and where was that coming from. "What happ-- what have you done to yourself?"