Aziraphale's face softens, and he reaches out for Crowley's hand again, drawing it close to him, placing it over his heart.

"Crowley, my dear, I wish you had just said so earlier. I do want to spend my time with you." He smiles, so fondly. "I..."

He should just say it, just tell him. The words he's been sitting on for so long.

"...Want to go on that holiday with you."

He's a coward.