Something in Crowley's chest twangs painfully. (Not a heart, of course not, he's a demon and they don't have those, which is utter bollocks but sometimes he tells himself that anyway if he feels like he's getting too soft). "Hey, no," he says quietly, kissing Aziraphale again. "None of that. Didn't mean for this to turn into some sort of guilt trip, honest." He still has a hand on Aziraphale's face, and moves it back into his hair, cradling the back of his head. "You were terrified, angel. I understood that even back then. And I get it, I remember what Heaven was like. The way it fucks with your head. S'all right."