It doesn't matter what they'd done together up until this point, because upon hearing those words, Crowley feels like time stands still. Their breath is caught in their throat, heart rattling in its cage just beneath where the angel lay his head. It feels like a century has passed before the demon has the courage to move, pulling themselves back from Aziraphale so that they can meet his eyes, the angel's head held firm in their hands.

"What did you just say?" Crowley croaks, their voice cracking, their eyes blown wide and seemingly wet. Crowley wants to make sure they weren't just hearing things, too drunk and overcome by their own emotions to have a grip on reality. Too afraid to say it back, in case they heard it wrong. But the demon can't wait to, and they close their eyes, trying to blink away the water accumulating inside them, as well as trying to remember to breathe. "Say it again... please." they continue, voice ragged and desperate.