A hiss of air escaped Crowley as Aziraphale had grasped him even tighter, squeezing the anxiety straight out of him. Growing limp momentarily in the angels capable arms, before his legs finally took a more stiff position and his feet firm to the ground. It was a strange heavy feeling that fell on the demon, and it was rather hard for him to shake off, even as a little shudder shimmied down his lanky body.
Clearing his throat a few times once he was given some space for his brain to stop spinning, even though the angel kept his warm hands planted on his shoulders like anchors, keeping him at shore. "Er-- Um."
Mouth falling open like a puppet, but nothing that formed a sentence followed through. Twisting his brows towards the center as Aziraphale had already made his mind up for the demon! "Great. Fine. Yes." said Crowley with no reservations of having a constant and miraculously easy watchful eye on his angel. "Sure angel," he realized that the hug had stopped, dropping his hands awkwardly to his sides with fists clenched. "Speaking of which, m'guess you haven't seen the Bentley?" Ah yes, changethesubject.