Perhaps it is in the human nature of these things that lie the answers for why they're still so new, why that even after they were both free from their former respective head offices, they didn't quite know how to thread through this sort of thing. No matter the amount of observation of human affairs, or the reading or hearing of stories around the topic. Maybe it's been Aziraphale's hesitancy, or fear, or indecision.

There's something about this moment though, and the one they shared back in the islands, one among many. When everything is quiet and it's just the two of them ignoring everything else. They had many of those, along the millenia. He never thought they could turn into this, before.

So many things can becon so many others. Maybe it's the need to see the lines, any lines. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe, for once, it's really just him.

"Crowley, I..." he starts, barely above a whisper. He feels like there's something he should say. Wants to say. He feels like he knows what those words are, now.