[If he's being honest, the tea he made himself is mostly for show, so that Aziraphale didn't have to feel weird or — whatever about sitting in bed drinking tea while Crowley twiddled his thumbs. So he picks up his mug to warm his hands, pretending not to be watching Aziraphale out of the corner of his eye.

He isn't really worried there's going to be another breakdown, he's just trying to get an overall gauge on how he's doing.]

I should hope so, it'd be a bit odd if you spent so much time around someone you didn't like.

[If Aziraphale didn't like him, if he preferred humans, he could have spent the last several millennia entirely in their company, not seeking out Crowley as often as he safely could.

The easy acceptance of the words doesn't mean they don't have his heart all twisted up pleasantly, but now isn't the time for him to get all sappy.]

'Specially since I always liked you better, too.