"But you don't belong with them either! You're not like that. And they don't accept you they way you are. They don't love you the way you are." Crowley moved closer still, trying to read Aziraphale's expression. It had been years, but he still knew him. He still knew him so well. "I do."

Accept him. Love him. Just the way he was. Because Aziraphale wasn't like that insane religion. Aziraphale was caring, smart, funny, loving, so many things that made him wonderful. "You-- You made the world better, angel. For me. You've made me better. I got my life together for you. We could live it together. Ain't too late for that."

He held a hand out to him. "Come with me."