So the thing I love about this scene is that it tells us that Aziraphale, when overwhelmed, is downright bitchy tetchy.
Even Crowley becomes “you idiot” instead of “dear boy.”
So with this premise: please give me an Aziraphale that absolutely loses it when Crowely confesses to (what he assumes to be) unrequited love.
Crowley: I love you-
Aziraphale: Oh, my dea-
Crowley: -and I know you don’t feel the same - it’s alright, honestly I wouldn’t- I mean- I don’t expect anything here angel, things can stay the same. I just, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.
Aziraphale: You think I don’t love you?
Crowley: Yes, yes, you’re an angel of course you love everything (rolling his eyes) but I’m taking about love-love. You don’t love-love me.
Aziraphale: (opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again, all while continuing to stare at Crowley like he’s grown a second head)
Crowley: Shit. Look forget I said anything, it was the wine. Too much wine and it went straight to my head. Let’s just go back to-
Aziraphale: Of course I love-love you, you idiot. I spend every waking minute with you. What on earth did you think all those intimate dinners, all those tête-à-têtes at mine drinking on the same bloody sofa were about? For Christ’s sake I gave you holy water when you asked for it. I defied Heaven to stop the bloody apocalypse with you. Are you stupid? Did falling give you brain damage? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with me. How can I be so ridiculously in love with someone so ridiculously stupid. Oh stop it with that bloody smiling, I could thrash you.
Crowley: (blissfully) you love me?
Aziraphale: (sighing) Yes. You idiot boy.
I’m dead bloody smiling