Aziraphale's miracle holds and their booth remains undisturbed while they settle into a looser grip with one another. When Crowley reaches up and twines their fingers, he makes a soft sound of pleasure. Just to have Crowley touch him, to keep that connection between them, makes him so blissfully happy.

"Oh... I think I've been in love with you for a very long time." He exhales, as if relieved to finally get that off his chest. "But I didn't realize it until that night you saved my books from the church bombing." His eyes, already giving Crowley a soft look, turn nostalgic as he remembers. "Up until then, I could pretend that your acts of kindness towards me were simply to grease the wheels of our Arrangement... but to rescue the books without me even asking... well, I really had no choice but to admit to myself my feelings for you."

He gently squeezes the fingers held between his own. "How about you? When did you know that you loved me?"