Aziraphale wanted to draw Alec into a hug, brush his wet hair from his eyes, wrap him in a warm blanket to dry off, and reassure him. It was clearly unwanted, despite however much he was convinced Alec needed some tenderness and affection. He reached out as Alec stepped away, hand hanging useless in the air for a second after, gazing sadly at his back.

A safer world. Was it safer, though, this reality, when they were dealing with the Bureau either way?

He offered any thanks to Elliott wordlessly and with a soft smile, grateful if Elliott had helped Alec get at least a little of what he needed out of this whole exercise. Letting the two have their moment together, he then reached out for the sleeve of Alec's wet shirt with earnest, pleading affection.

"Come. Let me put something on your hand, my dear. We can sit outside and let you dry off."