Crowley cringes away at first, but shuts his eyes immediately, trying to do nothing but focus on Aziraphale's voice. It isn't real, he tells himself. Aziraphale didn't Fall. The Hellfire isn't real. None of it is real. All that is real is that the angel is with him, now. They're here, they're together, they're safe.

"I couldn't bear it," he says, eyes still screwed shut. "If I made you Fall."