[ Crowley laughs and squirms again; perhaps from the tickling, perhaps from the barrage of compliments from Aziraphale, or a combination of both. ]

Hey! I didn't say I didn't like it - !

[ When Aziraphale eventually relents, Crowley settles back down, splayed comfortably, albeit haphazardly, over Aziraphale. ]

-Right. The garden. This was - well, it wasn't long after everything had happened. Figured by then, the dust might have time to settle. Thought I'd... I don't stop by, say hello. See which way the wind was blowing.

[ Crowley's cheery tone grows more somber, as he recalls a time where he still had a bit of hope left for Heaven and Hell. ]

I knew things were still bad; family feud and all. But I thought it wouldn't be - well, not permanent, but not perpetual animosity. Maybe give it a couple hundred years and things could change. Not go back to how they were, mind you, but get better. I, uh, well. Didn't much fancy meeting old friends and colleagues on the other end of a sword, yeah?

[ Crowley looks away, resting his cheek on Aziraphale's chest. ]

Glad I met you, and that you didn't chase me off.