Aziraphale doesn't even have the time to smile apologetically to the young woman, but he's definitely not going to berate Crowley. It's difficult, finding the time to just...find their footing, as it were. He would know.

"Oh." He straightens up, and his hands twitch. "Yes, right." Right.


He still glances down at their hands, just a moment. And, for just a moment, pulls one of his own over Crowley's, thumb brushing over his knuckles.

Something is else is said over the intercom, but he doesn't pay attention to it. After another moment, he moves to put his seat belt on.