He looks down at the locks he's obsessively fiddling with.

Back up to Aziraphale.

"I've been worse." He says honestly. But he's also getting frayed around the edge. "Brought up some bad stuff, reminded me of someone I miss real bad..." He ends up just closing and opening the cuff over and over, fidgeting.

"You know, you an' Crowley are real lucky you got each other. Ever' time I've cared about someone, I never got it right. Somethin' about 'em was out of my reach or I just messed it up somehow."