It isn't going behind my back if I told you it's alright.

[Crowley sighs, casting a glance skyward in a habit that he hasn't been able to break for some six thousand years, before he crosses back to Aziraphale. Rather than take up his earlier position, he kneels in front of him, hands braced on his thighs.

It's an apology, of sorts, for getting angry.]

This is new to the both of us, yeah? What I know and what I know can be two different things. If that — makes sense.