Nobody else has ever made Aziraphale feel quite as...safe? Protected. Appreciated, not for what he is, but by who he is. Nobody else that knew of his true nature as an angel ever really bothered. They don't do that, is the thing, they don't make such connections, they all work for a Higher Power, a Higher Goals, the Greater Good, and in the growing distance from that, he met the only other individual he could ever truly relate to.

Look at them now.

He's pulled against the demon in such a tender embrace, he could swear it sobers him up without his input. His cheeks flush, his face feels hot, and he can smell Crowley's perfume so much more clearly.

He wraps his arms gently around the demon. His eyes are closed. The words finally topple out, not gracefully, not at all, but they do, daunting and terrifying, but no less true.

"I...I love you, Crowley."