Lucky. Crowley thinks they're both lucky to be alive after this evening, really. Lucky to have found a moment of reprieve to just be together. Things could have gone so much worse.

If Aziraphale had been discorporated, Heaven should've expected Crowley to come knocking at their door for his angel. He wouldn't just leave him there, hoping they'd let him out. That's for damn sure. If Aziraphale were gone forever----that's something Crowley can't bear to think about.

"Do you want to sleep?" he offers. "Get more rest for you?"