"Oh, did you--" He beams at Crowley, who must be totally exhausted from the effort. And, really, he should absolutely let him rest, but he has just done one too many sweet things today and that was really the straw that broke the camel's back.

Aziraphale leans over the bed, takes Crowley's face in his hand, and plants a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you," he says, softly like prayer. "Thank you, Crowley."

He kneels down by the side of the bed, and takes one of his hands in both of his own. After a moment, he asks: "Would you like me to stay with you?"