[ that.. seems to be him saying the lonely doesn't worry him. at least, that's what martin's going to take it as. still flustered, blushing, he squeezes the other man's hands in return, his own corpse-cold. when aziraphale releases him, though, he takes a shaky breath, accepting the clipboard and hugging it to his chest. ]

Oh, um. Right. He-- We should get out of here. Can I buy you tea? [ and then he can message crowley, maybe, and the other man can either pick aziraphale up, or martin can gladly bring him to crowley's flat. ]

We can pick up our clothes, um.. [ a gesture to the room's exit. ] .. over there somewhere, I think.