He does hope Crowley has another dream. He hasn't had any except the one, but it was very pleasant for the most part, and he sees why humans like them so much.

"I don't think my dream was particularly angelic," he replies. "So it might not be so bad." There's something relaxed about Crowley after a sleep, calm like a fresh snow. Hair all mussed up and radiating a cozy warmth, Aziraphale finds him nothing short of adorable.

If he were to guess how long they had to enjoy this, he wouldn't have one. But he'd like to say forever, because this is an eternity he can live with. Here, on Earth, with this demon who's slithered his way into his heart.

Ah, he should probably tell Crowley before it all goes to shit again.

Mm, it's not a good time.