Crowley's returned glance is ever so fond, enamored by the way the angel looks at him and touches at his face. He had almost not realized that the angel hadn't said those words back, still caught up in his own head, but when he does, Crowley coughs out a little puff of air, smiling weakly as his own head leans forward, tilting just so to match the angel's lips against his.

Kissing is still so new, but it brings him so much joy and comfort, and his arms slide around Aziraphale again, tugging him close. Against Aziraphale like this, feeling his warmth and love radiating through him, the crashing of waves in the distance and the light dimming overhead, time stands still and feels perfect, if only for the moment.