Crowley barely nods in response, he's in a conflicted state trying to determine if he should end their embrace as soon as possible or if he should take advantage of this moment and really bask in it. He's never been so close to the angel. Wanted to be a few times... well, more than a few, but appearances had to be kept. Aziraphale had often been afraid to even be seen together,  let alone touch. Little by little.

"How are you feeling?" he finally croaks out, his hands rubbing gently down Aziraphale's back resting loosely around his waist. "You haven't coughed in a while..."