Aziraphale was just outside sunning himself off, trying to get the irritating itch of faint dampness out of his clothing. He looked over when the door opened, and then looked quickly away with a prim sniff at the request.

This was their friendship, then, was it? Aziraphale needed help, and Alec came to the rescue (in his understated, maybe a little bit gallant sort of way). And Aziraphale, when he wanted to offer help, had to badger and beat Alec over the head with it until he relented or withdrew entirely. They were really a very unbalanced ...whatever they were. Not friends, apparently.

"Alright," he agreed with a sigh, holding out a hand for the first aid supplies and to inspect Alec's injury. "Let me see it."