Crowley leans into the embrace. He can't think of a time that Aziraphale has ever embraced him, ever held him. He can't think of a time he's actually earned it. He wants to hold Aziraphale tightly, he wants to tell the angel how much he means to him, that he can't just go because he's too important to him.

But he can't keep him here. Even if he wanted to, he's too weak.

"Aziraphale," he says. "Aziraphale, please---"