Crowley can't keep from grinning ear to ear, their entire body buzzing in excitement hearing their angel's confessions of love over and over again. They press another excited kiss to Aziraphale's lips, their hands sliding down to wrap around him and hold him close, tempted to lift him off of his feet.

"I don't care, angel, you've said it now," they reply, in their own means of forgiveness, tugging him close. Crowley is a mess of emotions, happiness and love with an undercurrent of unworthiness and self-doubt, feeling they try to push aside so that they can linger in the moment, the angel's love and acceptance breaking down Crowley's barriers. It's dizzying, and Crowley takes a step back, tugging Aziraphale along, hoping the two can collapse on the bench together and just hold each other like this until they're inevitably returned to their own separate beds.