Oh, I'm so terribly good at that, though. Being afraid of getting it wrong, I mean.

[He means it as a bit of self-deprecating humor, but realizes after he says it that it's far too true to be funny. He presses a kiss into Crowley's warm skin and adds with a murmur:]

But I'm sure we'll muddle our way through somehow and come out all the better for it. We always do.