Six thousand years of barely being able to say Hello. Lovely to see you. Are you well?, the Angel wasn't too put out to not be greeted with a kiss. Still, he wasn't going to say no to one either.

"Of course. I wasn't going to leave you two to have all the fun," he said with another kiss, this time to his cheek. Fun, he said, as if his demon hadn't been battling with inner demons. Still, Aziraphale hadn't really planned to come along and join this quest. He'd only planned to show up with a care package and check up on them, reassure himself that the two most important persons in his life weren't about to get themselves killed in a cave.

"Are you okay, though?" he asked quietly, once they had started to follow Shadow and Alec at a distance, his hand still securely in Crowley's, arm bumping his as they walked. "I know we're are the worst three people at talking about such things, but... are you alright? Is Alec? Are you absolutely sure you want to continue on this quest of yours?"

When the light came through, after being in the darkness for so long, he squinted and held up a hand to block it out. For once, he was almost envious of those sunglasses Crowley always wore. At least they were out of the cave. Lamassu was still there, at the end of the yarn, waiting like a statue.