[Crowley laughs, just a huff of breath against Aziraphale's skin, fond and amused and not really sure how to handle feeling this good. That's why he made the joke. The angel is right, he can't just be still and enjoy things, at least not with a considerable amount of alcohol to take the edge off.
Even after all that, he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
I'm trying. [A little petulant, but also —] Are you glowing, angel?
[His eyes are closed and he's not brave enough to open them while he's this close to angelic radiance, but he can sort of feel it, in an odd way. It's kind of tingly.]
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Even after all that, he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
I'm trying. [A little petulant, but also —] Are you glowing, angel?
[His eyes are closed and he's not brave enough to open them while he's this close to angelic radiance, but he can sort of feel it, in an odd way. It's kind of tingly.]