While fretting is unfortunately an intrinsic part of Aziraphale's nature, he does still fully intend to at least dedicate a portion of his time to simple enjoy Crowley's company. After so long of having it be conditional, of not letting himself dive deeper into concepts he didn't think were allowed, he refuses to have that stripped away from him again. Not after everything they went through. Are going through. And after what they've found together.

He's gazing softly into those yellow eyes and he could really just call them home.

Another kiss, a quick one, and another fond stroke of his thumbs over Crowley's cheeks. "Why don't we start with breakfast and...see where the day takes us?"