[It's particularly hard to watch him go through this because this was PRECISELY the sort of thing that killed him last time this disease came around. He had no idea what he wanted, had no idea what he was missing when he was already so different than he should have been. How do you fix something like that? How do you hope to resolve it all?

He doesn't know, but he does reach across the table and gently cover Aziraphale's hands with his.]

Please, you-- you needn't start screaming your confessions. I just don't want this to hurt you as I have seen it hurt so many others. The sooner you can get it out, the better, it-- would it help if we were to leave? Somewhere more private?