"I've stayed out of trouble for two days in a row!" Gabriel protested. "You can tell, because you can't hear the screams. Or the cries of indignation. Or whatever." The archangel was relaxing, slowly, by degrees. The fact that Aziraphale didn't seem to be getting up in arms helped more than Gabriel intended to say.

"I was going. Somewhere. Away." Gabriel sidled a bit along the wall, still leaning on it, his head turned toward the direction of Aziraphale's voice, but even though he was moving he seemed less like he was trying to escape and more like he was just continuing his walk--if skittishly. He didn't say he wanted Aziraphale to walk with him.

He didn't object to it, either.