Aziraphale, much like before, simply listens. Pays attention until Crowley works himself into a corner and backs up, and the angel gets the urge to just try and push all of the demon's worries away.

He's been stuck in this with him. Doing the most he can. Garanteeing the angel could be as comfortable as possible. And he sees that. He's noticed it. He appreciates it.

He just hums quietly and squeezes his hand. There are a lot of feelings and emotions swimming around in his mind, but what they need right now is comfort and peace.

"Let's sit, shall we?"