[A look of distaste passes over Aziraphale's face and he lets out a quiet hum of agreement. Sandalphon took far too much pleasure in smiting humans for Aziraphale ever to feel comfortable around him.]

Oh, well... [He tenses slightly, even as Crowley's touch so tenderly massages out a few of those troubled aches.] I suppose on some level it was meant to show that Heaven can pop in on me whenever it likes and disrupt whatever I'm doing. That's how Gabriel has always been.