"I wouldn't even dream of it, at least not with anything magical." He knew the boundaries there. Those lines had been drawn quite clearly multiple times during their stay in New York, and though he often thought about how easy a miracle would be, he wouldn't dare. He leaned in to look at a cut on Alec's forehead and tutted lightly. "Though a little antiseptic, a plaster, and an aspirin would probably do you some good."

Alec almost looked like he might go to sleep just sitting here; in fact, Aziraphale wasn't sure that he hadn't when he closed his eyes for an extended period of time.

"I know. I'm sorry. You always do draw the short end of the stick on the arrivals. Rest up here and when you're ready, I'll walk you to your room."