Crowley relaxes back, turning his head so he can still watch the angel. How long has he longed for this kind of touch, this kind of closeness? How long has he thought they'd never be able to reach over the walls they put up for each other? And now, well, now they have this and Crowley isn't about to let anyone take it away from him. He hasn't longed for or coveted anything the way he has wanted Aziraphale, and he'll be damned (again) if he gives him up.

He reaches out, touching Aziraphale's shoulder and stretching his fingers across the skin there.

"Might as well not even sleep," he says with a small, teasing smile. "I'll just dream about you."