New isn't really the right word, is it? Crowley's felt things for a very long time, just never been able to articulate them. It's beyond that, because the demon has never felt these things with anyone else, never been able to properly explore them like this before, and it's been a barrier preventing them from coming to terms with those feelings entirely.

Aziraphale speaks, but there's hesitation there. Crowley wants to fill in the blanks but is so afraid to, in case they're assumptions or hopes that aren't fulfilled, and they are hurt by it again. Dangerous thing to do, making assumptions. Instead, Crowley's hand slides forward to the angel's cheek, their thumb grazing over the corner of his cheekbone.

"Yes, angel?"