"I like holding it, you know. When--" he clears his throat, taking a step closer to put the opal in to the metal hand. It's a nice memory and it keeps Quentin warm when the cabin gets too lonely and too empty.

But still, Aziraphale wasn't his anything, just a kind soul when Quentin really needed kindness and he's willing to hand that over to someone who... lived with Aziraphale.

"It's okay. You can keep it, you lived with him and I didn't.

We both just really liked books, you know?"