Don't you dare say that. [It's whispered harshly, enough to cut through his own distress. He doesn't want Aziraphale to ever think that.

He draws back, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palm before he catches Aziraphale's gaze.]

I've spent every bloody second since falling keeping everything locked up tight. Now I'm not anymore, 'cause it's safe not to, but it's a lot, all of this. [He presses a hand to his chest, some physical representation of the mess of emotions inside him.] And I'm so fucking scared, all the time, that you'll... that you'll realize what God did.

[That he's not worth loving.]