[ Crowley gives a soft chuckle. No, he thinks, it's not entirely strange. It always strikes him how, in so many regards, they're very similar, and Aziraphale wanting to be the one to dive in head first while Crowley is still wrapping his head around things only highlights that.

And there is nothing that quite reassures his many anxieties like Aziraphale's kiss and touch. Crowley visibly relaxes, exhaling his tension into the crook of Aziraphale's neck. ]

You're right - known each other for six thousand years - if we haven't driven each other up the wall yet, I don't think it's going to happen.