Crowley finds himself nuzzling in again, wanting to comfort Aziraphale just as much as he had a need to be comforted.

"I'm sorry, angel." he mutters, though it's as equally a bad memory for him, it pains him that the angel had to experience it again. If Crowley had his way, Aziraphale would never suffer, not for a second.

He's silent for a moment, and then scoffs, a sad laugh falling from his lips. "Guess we've gone off together after all."