Gabriel arched a brow faintly, keeping his expression otherwise composed, though his eyes lingered on the copper-haired angel. Michael's confusion seemed odd, but Raphael's anger, strong enough to cause such an ethereal stir, to cause him such embarrassment now, seemed wholly out of place, and the situation had an unrealistic quality about it.

Nevertheless, he shook his head sensibly, saying, "You shouldn't pay any attention to Crowley, you know." For both of their sakes, most likely, though Gabriel quickly shoved away thoughts of Aziraphale's peculiar arrangement as he moved to stand next to Michael at their fellow archangel's bedside. "Are you all right, Raphael?" he asked gently, eyes narrowed observantly. "This doesn't seem like you..."