"And I thought misery loved himself some company," he said, just a little touchy.

Alec would do it again, as Aziraphale was also doing this song and dance again of trying to convince Alec to not give up on their friendship, as Crowley would do time and time again to the both of them. Or had done. And would do again, Aziraphale had faith.

He straightened his cuffs, tugged at his bow tie, and a small, smug, vain little smile crept on his lips.

"But is that how you see me in this: the big strong hero?" he teased.