[ His hands are on Aziraphale before he really thinks about it.

Hands with blood on them, from his neck. Hands which latch onto Aziraphale's already tattered nightshirt and drag him sharply forward. ]

Now you listened to me, we are going to look out for each other. You are going to let me look at your injuries, and I will let you look at mine. Either it happens willingly or I'm forcing you into the tub and turning the water on.

[ Like wrangling a... well, cat.

Funny that. ]