[It's all deeply unsettling, as if they're running off a script — he thinks briefly of that movie about a reality show, but dismisses it quickly — rather than having thoughts of their own. Reminds him of Heaven, a bit, back in the old days, but he has the sense not to say that to Aziraphale.

Instead, he gives him a little nod at the request for the paper, having been thinking along similar lines, and thanks the wife when she runs to fetch it. By the time she returns and hands it to Aziraphale, he's ready to make a swift exit.]

It's been lovely to meet you, but we ought to keep going on our rounds to say hello, you have a nice day.

[He tells himself he's just playing a part, when he wraps his fingers gently around Aziraphale's arm to lead him away, but it... helps, the contact.

As soon as they're out of earshot:]

What the fuck was all that about?