[It is what it is. He shrugs the apology off.]

Remember what I said about not getting drunk? Seriously, just the coffee will be--

[As he steps forward to open the door for Aziraphale, he hears-- something. And stops short, looking momentarily blank again. It's a word, a Word, and it bounces around in his skull for a long moment before disappearing somewhere in the darker corners. Where the Soldier is hiding.

Ow. Ow, that actually fucking hurt. He unfreezes, winces, and puts his flesh hand to the side of his head. What the fuck was that.]