"Aziraphale..." he breathes, his face still buried against his neck, breathing in his cologne and hugging him tight. The angel had never apologized for that day, but Crowley never felt that he'd really deserved one. It was easy for him to work past it, because that's what the demon was used to, and what he'd always had to do.

"We can't know what would have happened." he mutters, trying to think of a way to tell him, yes, he'd hurt him, but Crowley loved him through it, that he loves him today, and that's what really matters, but he feels afraid to admit those things, at least the first part.