"Oh, Crowley." Finally in a position where he could properly appreciate the sentiment behind those words, without the rush of the End of the World nipping at their heels, he clasped both hands over Crowley's on the bar and gave him an openly fond look and touched smile.

"Well, I'm hoping you won't have to look far, soon."

The guards were beginning to take notice, however. Aziraphale ducked his head to hide his frustration from them; then as he dropped his hands and folded them once again over his stomach in the familiar pose, he gave Crowley one last encouraging, adoring look.

"Be careful, whatever happens."