Aziraphale follows, sits, and finds himself quite thankful for the grounding feeling of the demon's arms around him. He scoots close, leaning against his side, no hesitation or pause for consideration for once. Not so much as of later, and specially not right now.

"Yes." Eyes set on the horizon, and the endless waters. Such an odd color for the sky and the ocean. He can't tell if he finds it beautiful or dull. "Are you?"