Alright, I — I want you to know it isn't about you. It's about me.

[It's not something wrong with Aziraphale, or it's not that Crowley doesn't trust him enough. It's his own hang ups that make him reluctant to try anything along these lines.]

All the rest of it. All the things I'm not supposed to be. [Anger is acceptable, for a demon. The softness isn't.] And the — [He touches his fingertips to Aziraphale's chest, right below his sternum.] The hunger.

[The emptiness, where his divinity used to be.]