If the rest of what Crowley has to say is going to be anything like what he’s already said, Aziraphale knows that he’s correct in the assumption of needing another glass. He’s probably undercutting it a bit actually, if he were going to be honest about it all. Conversations about actual, true death were at least worth an entire bottle of wine. At minimum.

However, the process of retrieving it does require him to get up again. It would be a little weird if he grabbed Crowley’s hand after that, wouldn’t it? Irritating. Once again, Aziraphale sorely longs for the abilities that he had on Earth. It wouldn’t even be so much as a concern then. He could just bring the bottle to them instead.

“Do you mind if we sit here like this for a bit longer before I do that?” gently asked as he curls his fingers around Crowley’s, securely locking their fingers together. He makes a gesture with his other hand, encouraging him to continue.