[Only just could mean hours or days, knowing how Aziraphale can get with time, especially when there's some bloody fog playing tricks on their mind.

The faint thread of his temper finally snaps and he yanks his hand away so he can cross his arms over his chest, defensive and protective all at once.]

'Course I was bloody looking for you! I thought Hastur or Ligur had — had gotten to you before they came for me, and when I — [He groans, caught between wanting to look away and not wanting to take his eyes off Aziraphale lest he disappear.] You were gone. I couldn't find you.