Aziraphale feels love coming back to him as if having just woken up and regaining his sensations. It warms him and soothes him, and abate his nervous tears. He puffs a laugh into Crowley's collar, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous, and with hands on his chest, pushes up just the slightest to look at him.

"Yes," he says, face softly settling into a small smile that could melt icecaps. "This world is ours now, for protecting." There's something about saying that the world is theirs that somehow hearkens to but is totally unlike when they decided to godparent for Warlock. Something about this seems more whole in a way, like it had been written since they were each assigned to Earth outside the Garden when only two humans even existed.