He looks up at Crowley with a swirl of emotions in his eyes. The guilt and regret are still present, may never entirely leave, but he's still thankful for having always had Crowley by his side. No matter how they bickeres and fought, they remained friends. No matter how many times the angel was overcome by his own naivety and cowardice, Crowley was always at the ready to lend him a hand. And when it all was said and done, after all the secrets, the risks, all the adventures and misgivings, and even at the possible cost of everything they held dear, and even their own existance, they always got back to each other, forever orbiting one another.

His eyes glisten in the sleepy dozing sunlight, a pleading look replaced by a loving smile. He only breaks his gaze away momentarily to clear his throat, attempt to keep his eyes from watering, and the shake in his voice from being obvious.

"You'd just forgive a fool like me?" It's almost funny, really. An angel getting forgiveness.