Crowley takes it a step further, scooting behind Aziraphale a bit, his legs straddling either side. His arms wrap around the angel's waist, and Crowley supports his back, his chin resting on his shoulder so that he can nuzzle the angel's face. When he meant close, he meant close.

"Am now." he murmurs, giving him a loving little squeeze. For a moment he's silent, and then he sighs, giving into the tension, addressing it head-on.

"I was back in the bookshop. When it was burning..." he sighs, "I was so scared then, angel. When I couldn't find you, you know? I just felt so very alone."