"What to do if God's response is less than kind?" Crowley muses. Aziraphale is right, of course. There's no point in not trying. In making the appeal to the judge, in trying for some sort of forgiveness, or asking for some part of Her plan.

Aziraphale's touch is comforting. If judgement does come to them, then at least they have each other. At least they've had this, this night together. At least they saved the world. Or, at least, the humans saved the world, with them helping. Crowley's imagination and Aziraphale's leadership. Who knew they could do it?