Aziraphale wasn't wrong, there. Crowley had no idea who'd taken his spot on the roster, but it still stung quite a lot more than he'd ever readily admit - he wasn't sure Aziraphale even knew that he used to be that high up, before all of the drama with Lucifer went down.
"Fair point," he murmured, hesitating as he decided whether something was appropriate to do or not - then Aziraphale briefly mentioned being discorporated and he decided that he might as well, leaning forward to wrap his arms tightly around the angel's waist. "I've never seen that. You wear so many layers," he snorted, even as he subtly buried into Aziraphale's shoulder with the thought that he could have lost him. Hell, he could have been lost, and as much as Aziraphale acted as though he didn't need Crowley he was fairly sure the two of them were a package deal in whatever universe they existed.
The thought of Aziraphale having to deal with the forces of Heaven alone was enough to just make him cling tighter, in fact. "I'm not sure I've ever seen anybody with gold on their wings before."