Aziraphale’s smile falters a bit, but he tries to make it stay. For as much as he wants to tell the demon that none of that is true, he supposes they’re both much too tired to see things for what they are.

But they’ll get to it, eventually. He feels the need to let him know just how thankful he is. When they’re both ready and rested.

“ I believe”, pulling his hand away from Crowley’s arm and holding his glass with both. “we could both benefit without thinking about all of that for a little while.”