He gently took Alec's hands in his own, one at a time, examining them for injury. Aziraphale cradled the burned one and thought about the aloe burn salve and bandages in his kit. He should go get it, tend to the wound. The skin was red and blistery from the burns, but part of him was a little scared leaving Alec would give him a chance to run off.

"Please don't. I'd miss you something terrible." Perhaps he could try to be more considerate of Alec's autonomy and not be so protective, even if it felt like second nature.

Someone had to question everything, because they were already well on their way to believing themselves Demons and Luminaries, and rock-stars and space warriors... He could see, however, how lonely and isolating that path must be. "Objects are appearing, we are obtaining abilities we didn't have. That is undeniably real--it is happening to us, physically and against our consent. But the why and how of this is still unknown, and I've always admired your determination to not give over your faith blindly. Maybe we need you to doubt and question for us, and if so, I'm sorry for the burden that puts on you."