"We have time, angel." they murmur, hand petting at the back of his head still. "It can't be that late. Sun's not even up yet. Er--- Void-light, whatever it is."

Crowley's head turns to look at the window, still dark and empty, like the vacuum of a black hole in space. They'd existed before space, so they're not as frightened of it as they probably should be, given their lack of understanding of it to begin with. While their head is turned, they help themselves to another sip of wine, wanting to free up their hand to hold the angel as quickly as possible.

"As far as I'm concerned, waking up is just a detour. We can always come right back here."