The archangel flinched with surprise and instinctively reached out to grip Aziraphale's wrist. He missed it, fumbled, and finally found it a few moments later. On one hand, the other angel's grip was almost painful, unnerving because Gabriel hadn't seen it coming.

On the other, it was somehow grounding. Aziraphale was no longer just a drifting voice. He had presence.

Gabriel smiled falsely. "I'm out and about, bro. Does that look like sequestering to you?"