Being overbearing, in this case, seems to have worked. Apparently six thousand years of observing humans wasn't enough to even understand how something closer to a more mortal corporation works, much less when magical infections are involved. But, then again, the whole thing is such a much, they might as well use whatever references they can.

He trusts Crowley not to leave again. Not that Aziraphale, of all people, could really hold that against him.

He pulls back, carefully, so he can sit up straight again. "I suppose I should." He does still feel rather exhausted, but at least he can breathe a little easier, literally. He looks at Crowley. "You should too. You shouldn't keep running about like that either."