[Crowley doesn't flinch, he's too old and has seen too much for a bit of shattering glass to startle him, all he does is disappear the glass into the ether has it breaks, destroying it before it can hurt either of them.

He wishes he'd known a way to be kinder with that information, but Crowley's still figuring out how to soften the rough edges of himself, and sometimes honesty is the best he can offer. Honesty, and his grip tightening around Aziraphale, as if a hug helps any of this.]

They never deserved you. Gabriel and the lot of them are bastards who are so far up their own arses they don't remember what they were made for. [Love and goodness and all those things that angels were full of in the beginning.] It's just us now, me and you, and I swear I'm not going anywhere.

[He doesn't want to talk about this, but maybe it's important. Crowley exhales slowly, turning his head just enough to press his lips to Aziraphale's hair in something of a kiss. It happens automatically, as he weighs up his words, a small gesture that he's come to associate with comforting someone.]

I wouldn't have gone, you know, to Alpha Centaur, not without you.