That last cry of of his name wrenched something in the demon's chest and his hand tightened on the angel's shoulder almost fearfully. Was something wrong? If someone had done something to his angel, Hell would be a pleasant place in comparison to what he had in mind. But the hand on his sleeve and those clear angelic blue eyes brought him down from those darker thoughts.

Crowley let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Aziraphale spoke more coherently. He dropped back on his haunches more and seemed less ready to spring out of his skin. The smile was what completely defused him. He paid the sincerity of the words no mind, because why would he? He might be daft enough to fall for an angel, but he was under no illusions that the angel had equally fallen for him in the same sense. They were just best friends, and that was that.

"I'm not going anywhere, Angel." He let go of the blonde's shoulder, remembering that he was still desperately holding onto him. "Must've been some nightmare you were having. Sorry I took this long to find you." His wings wings readjusted themselves to better shield them in his new position. "What the bloody Heaven are you doing out here?"