It isn't lost on Aziraphale that this is the first time that either of them have been able to simply hold one another without some small crisis being the cause. He's spent far too many nights with his face pressed against Crowley, stressed and body in pain, but none so far for the sole purpose of enjoying Crowley's presence or warmth. Never to be there for the sake of being there.

He feels giddy at the thought of it. Aziraphale knows that he is making a weird noise, can feel it just as well as he can hear it, but Crowley hasn't said anything and he isn't exactly inclined to stop at the moment. As long as neither of them address it, he thinks it'll be fine.

"Well, I wouldn't say hard, but—"

It is different, to say the least. Part of it has to do with the fact that Aziraphale had never imagined that the first time they would kiss would be in a place like this or with such a body, which makes it touch nerve wracking. He's fearful he might accidentally make a harmful mistake or otherwise embarrass himself.

"It is nice," he finishes warmly. That much he can say for certain.