Aziraphale wonders, in that moment, if he can tell Crowley all the things he doesn't know how to say, much like they did the previous night. Let him know what he feels, without having to search for words that sound adequate. It wasn't something he reached into entirely consciously, so he doesn't know how to do so now, but hopefully some part of them is still in that place and getting a better understanding.

Or, if nothing else, he hopes his actions are a bit clearer than he can be.

Pulled in, he's pressed close against the demon and lets the kiss linger, for how long, he doesn't know. But, eventually, he does have to pull back, hands still cupping Crowley's face, eyes lingering closed for a couple of seconds before they flutter open.

A lull. Then a polite clear of his throat.

"I, uhm. I did, too."