The fingertips to its face make the Soldier twitch back automatically before Aziraphale can actually make contact, but it does accept the handkerchief with an air of mild embarrassment to dab at its eyes itself, instead. (We need one of these. Or a couple of these. Spare fabric. From the costumes. There's an idea.) Even the Sergeant sounds a little stuffy. Aww.

"I think. It was. The city. Or the fire escape. He was always... he drew what he saw. I think." That feels like part of the memory, somehow. The knowledge of what Steve usually drew, so there hadn't been any curiosity to look at what he was drawing now.