Except for the fact that they could at least be discorporated here and they didn't exactly have anyone around to issue them new bodies, even if the powers that be allowed them new bodies at all with as much trouble as the two of them were in.
Crowley didn't get much time to dwell on that, though, before they were attacked all over again. Before he even got a chance to fight back, Aziraphale let out a burst of heavenly light that probably should have burned the demon. Instead, he simply watched him, awestruck as he always was any time the angel displayed his great deal of power.
Heaven truly didn't deserve him.
But then... Oh. But then. If the hug had shocked Crowley, this new development... It was possible he'd stopped functioning entirely. It was a good thing he didn't actually need the heart in his chest because it was pounding so hard he was fairly certain he'd go into cardiac arrest. The blood in this vessel rushed through his ears and for a moment, he couldn't even breathe properly.
Aziraphale, angel, Principality, guardian of the Eastern gate, proprieter, wearer of stuffy old-fashioned clothes, keeper of ridiculous magic tricks, and the love of Crowley's life for the last six thousand years, had just kissed him. It had been light, tender even, but he wasn't completely clueless (only mostly clueless). Lips still met his.
"What...I...you...ngk." Maybe one day he'd even remember how to use words.