They do have time now. A much more pleasant thing to catch up with, comforting and nice, that helps his mind settle somewhere much more pleasant. He lets his hands rest on Crowley's chest, moving only to gently hold onto his lapels. Hold onto something.

Much rather look forward than look back, he finds. But he supposes it needs to be done, anyway. Perhaps in smaller increments.

When he pulls back from the kiss, it's gentle and slow, and he rests his forehead against the demon's, eyes still closed. Just an intimate moment, only theirs.

"I do love you." He mutters, just in case there's a need for a reminder.