[It means something, he thinks, that Aziraphale only addresses that one part of what he's said, he's just not sure if he should push this point right now when they're both such a blasted mess. He doubts it'll be a productive conversation right now, they're both too caught up in their own heads.]
I love you, Aziraphale.
[Crowley kisses his cheek, his temple, the edge of his jaw, before returning the embrace, holding him tightly.]
Tell me what you need right now.
[He wants to help, wants to soothe this if he can.]
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I love you, Aziraphale.
[Crowley kisses his cheek, his temple, the edge of his jaw, before returning the embrace, holding him tightly.]
Tell me what you need right now.
[He wants to help, wants to soothe this if he can.]