"Yes, of course. Sorry. Thank you, ma'am." He waited until the nurse left before accepting Alec's offer, his appropriately apologetic smile turned guilty. He draped his coat over the back of the chair and pushed the chair a little closer, to make it more personal than leaving it against the wall, but not too close that he was crowding Alec. Any distance, really, might be crowding Alec, but it was a chance he was going to take.

Thank you. For not throwing me out.

He gave a smile, a little tearful around the edges as he shuffled around and took a seat. "I had hoped to strike a bit more...optimistic presence. A herald, maybe. Gabriel." He gave a little shrug at the joke and tried to keep things light. "Unto you a child is, uh, born and whatnot." The teasing smile went away just as quickly as it came.

Aziraphale let out a sigh and wasn't sure where to go from there. Words stuck in his throat. Topics flickered to mind and were rejected. Nothing about Anthony. Nothing that would upset Alec. Nothing that would leave Alec comforting Aziraphale. His hands couldn't decide whether to keep to themselves or offer comfort. Part of him wanted little more than to sit in silence and hold his hand.

"How long do they plan to keep you?" Small-talk--safely distanced, even if it wasn't Alec's strong suit. He hated it as soon as it came out.