[ Crowley will speculate. Crowley will always speculate and ask and let his thoughts turn him in knots. But right now his mind is fixed on Aziraphale. He makes a choked sound, something between a sob and a laugh. ]

Oh I think I can manage then. Getting a bit untenable, wasn't it?

[ He mouths a few kisses against the warm slope of Aziraphale's throat. ]

Not getting to tell you how much I adore you, I mean.