Crowley smiles a slow, lazy smile at the angel. It's impossible to think how, not that long ago, Crowley had every intention of leaving him for his own good. Of vanishing from this place and never seeing him again. What they would have missed if he'd been so stupid as to go. What he might never have known if he'd just gone.

Now, he would never be anywhere but by Aziraphale's side. He'd figure out a way to fight Hastur, of course he would. They'd make it away from Heaven and Hell no problem. What is it Aziraphale always says? Tickety-boo. It'd be fine.

"That was---" Hard to explain it in simple words. "---amazing." Well, maybe not so hard. Sometimes simple is better.