Crowley has seen Aziraphale upset before, even on the verge of crying when they'd argued at the bandstand. But he's never seen him shed actual tears. Crowley was always the one with the emotional outbursts, Aziraphale always more reserved with his stiff upper lip.

Crowley doesn't chastise him, doesn't even try to gentle him into stopping his tears. Rather, he gets his silk handkerchief, and holds it to Aziraphale's damp cheek.

"There now, angel. Just let it out - we'll put this right, I promise."