Crowley replies with a weak smile, his hand rubbing at the angel’s back. He didn’t really know how to address what was on his mind, and because of it was fairly quiet as they made it down the mountain. It wasn’t until they'd almost made it back to sea level that he'd spoken up again.

"Funny how the last time we were near a beach, we'd nearly died." he mutters, biting his lip.

"Er... there's a spot up here, with blankets." he points, not ready to let go if Aziraphale for anything.