[It takes the explanation to get it, his expression curious at first before it dissolves into understanding with a side of annoyance (at the both of them) and relief. Part of his concern had been tied up in wondering if Aziraphale thought he needed to offer him an outlet for his anger, but now that he knows Crowley doesn't want that, that concern is moot.]

We're both bloody idiots.

[He leans in, presses his lips to Aziraphale's brow for a firm kiss, before drawing back.]

Whatever you want to explore, we can figure it out, take it slowly if we have to. We'll be alright, yeah?