His hand hovers in the air for a moment, uncertainly, but he lets it drop back to his side. "Yeah. I met Aziraphale a couple days after I got here, 'fore all of that aurora shit happened." He'd seemed like a perfectly pleasant guy, too. It was hard to imagine that he was just. Not here anymore.

Soldat isn't escaping him that easily, but Fjord won't try and touch them again just yet. He just follows along, and leans on the kitchen counter while Soldat gathers his things. "You need anything there?"