He knew it was more teasing, but Aziraphale couldn't help the pleased little blush anyway, or the way his smile went all fond and soft as it often did for this annoyingly wonderful man.
"Let me get you cleaned up, Alec. You needn't wilt into my arms; just let me patch you up and send you on your way. You can be miserable. I'll be the selfish one."
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"Let me get you cleaned up, Alec. You needn't wilt into my arms; just let me patch you up and send you on your way. You can be miserable. I'll be the selfish one."