[ Aziraphale full on snorts. A snort of almost-offense, which would be full offense if he weren't worried as a baseline. Which is like, definitely a kind of energy to bring to this occasion. ]

Blast the apology, Crowley. It's not even your fault. I'm just grateful I wound up here so someone could find you at all.

[ Aziraphale will throw down with an eldritch terror about it all if he must. Can't rule it out. It feels dreadful here.

He goes back to his favorite hand-wringing standby. ]

But I do hope it wasn't that long.

[ That would be a whole second throwdown to schedule with the hypothetical terror. ]