Somehow the business-like nature of the motion only made Gabriel's blush deepen. It felt like a deliberate aversion--like pity. Doing what Aziraphale had to do, but trying to pretend he wasn't, or that it wasn't necessary.

"Where are we headed, anyway?" he asked grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his fingers brush Aziraphale's sleeve. Just to make sure.