Crowley's expression is soft, the words not exactly what they thought the angel might say, but nice to hear, regardless. In the end it wasn't heaven or hell that Crowley chose to be with or to fight for, it was just Aziraphale. Nothing else mattered.

"Me too," the demon murmured, pulling Aziraphale's face to their chest and holding tight, but not before pressing another kiss to the top of his head. Crowley's face stayed buried there in the downy soft hair, breathing in his scent.

"Your side is the only one I'd ever like to be on."