All Aziraphale wants is his company. And the chance to keep him safe too, in any way he can. Safe, cared for, loved. For all the times he failed to be there. For all the feelings he's finally shared.

He feels the kiss turn softer, sweeter. Feels Crowley's hand on his chest and the mood seems to change slightly. But not by much.

He lets his shoulders drop. Lets his body relax just a little. And cups Crowley's cheek again, pulling away from the kiss but keeping their faces close, touching.

A small pause in the middle of the... Excitement.