"From...me?" Crowley paused, then without thinking leaned into the hand on his face. So few people touched him. Actually, he preferred it that way but this...this was...well, it wasn't horrible.*

All of a sudden Crowley gasped and shot to his feet. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

Crowley had realized something. It had been his nightmare. Why would his nightmare be betraying Aziraphale? WHY would his touch not feel awful? WHY would he risk his Existence for the angel's?

"Oh fuck," he said again, for clarity's sake, before he staggered toward the stairs, determined to get OUT of there.

*In demon, that means nice.