It's already been an emotional evening, but Crowley's words bring a lump to Aziraphale's throat suddenly. He blinks up at the ceiling a few times, hands shaking a little before resuming their kind and patient stroking.

"We're here now. That's what matters." It's tempting to sink into regret, but he can't right now, so full on Crowley's love and his skin still buzzing from their recent lovemaking. "Any time, my dear. My lap is yours for eternity."