"Forgiveness was never part of the gig, angel, you know that," Crowley says, twisting his long fingers so that they lace more securely with Aziraphale's. "I knew that when I went in." Did he? Did he really? Because it seems like such a blur looking back on it now. Like one minor decision after another and then he was fallen and gosh isn't this where he's supposed to be now?

But even if God doesn't forgive him, Aziraphale will still be on his side. He wonders if God will make Aziraphale fallen because of him. Crowley doesn't think he could handle that, not that kind of guilt. Aziraphale deserves to be an angel. He's just too good, he's done too much good. He deserves to be part of the light. Heaven doesn't deserve him.

He brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing Aziraphale's fingers.