That Gabriel had gotten help from someone instead of sitting in the darkness behind his eyes and sulking was enough to mollify Aziraphale slightly. Slightly. He still didn't like being kept in the dark, but he'd take what he could get for the moment.

"And did he help? Did he know what happened?" Could he fix it, he didn't say, because obviously he couldn't. Yet.

It would wear off, though. It would. It had to.