[Crowley would probably balk at the idea, but Aziraphale can't help but feel grateful to the Almighty for letting them have this, after everything they'd been through together. Was it all part of Her plan? Best not to speculate. That plan is, as he's so fond of saying, ineffable.

He can feel the tension in Crowley's frame, the trembling release of it as he holds the angel even closer. Aziraphale runs soothing hands down his back, feeling a bit choked up himself.]

Shh... we can't have that. I'm quite fond of your corporation. But I don't think I can stop myself from telling you how much I love you ever again, so you'll just have to deal with it.