A part of Aziraphale wonders what exactly he should be doing next. All of the important things have been covered: they have kissed, established their relationship, and now he has Crowley seated comfortably in his arms. Where is he supposed to go from here? He has, admittedly, not thought that far about it.

He never thought he would need to. He always thought things would just flow naturally, but now he isn't sure how to act, but he knows that he doesn't really want to let go yet. He just wants to hold him for a little longer.

"I must say, I hope for it to never be hard," he comments gently, not catching on to Crowley's meaning. He leans into Crowley's touch then, very lightly pressing against his fingers.

"Do let me know if I am holding you too tightly."

He can't tell.