Crowley scoffs, turning back to Aziraphale quickly. "None of that's your fault, angel." he gestured around them with his free arm. "None of this is. Shouldn't blame yourself."

How does he respond to that, though. Does he admit how much Aziraphale means to him? Does not doing so risk him an infection? Crowley can't stand the idea of growing too weak to care for the angel, which is the only thing keeping him honest. He looks down, closing his eyes.

"You mean a lot to me."