Crowley's throat still burns. Something isn't sitting right, his cheeks are still burning, it's all extremely embarrassing for him also, especially when he's concerned with looking cool and collected.

"Aziraphale." He takes a deep breath. "Thank you. For trusting me." Crowley turns finally to face the angel, his eyes looking just a little too wet for his liking. He then pulls the angel to his chest, both arms wrapping around him, and cradles him there, taking slow breaths as his heart pounds out of his chest.