Crowley--Oh, Crowley had such a way with words. Aziraphale turned a shimmering, glowing adoration towards his demon before watching for the effects of the words on Alec. Why could they not adopt each other indeed? He had seen countless humans band together as tribes out of love and necessity and shared goals. Strangers coming together to live as one. They had been a family once, and they could continue to be that again.

If that was what Alec also wanted.

To be frank, he was never really sure with Alec. Fell had found something like sure footing and understanding with the elder Crowley cousin, but Aziraphale had lost that again.

Please.

Aziraphale looked away, up at the dark ceiling of the cave. It pained him to agree to this; he was a selfish creature, an unbecoming trait in an angel, and he had wanted them to all stay here, safe, together...as they had been in New York.

But part of being a family--part neither Fell nor Aziraphale had really yet experienced--was not being so selfish and letting go. Alec was not a book he could covet and keep safe for eternity in his shop. He was a human being, with hopes and dreams and a daughter to go home to.

He glanced over at Crowley, trying to gauge his reaction and then:

"Yes, I will. Will you let us care about you while you're here?"