Aziraphael detours to put his own bag down in the bedroom, but leaves unpacking for later and follows Crowley outside. The beach is still pristine, and if there are other sounds, they're drowned out by the low, steady roar of the surf. Crowley's head is still tilted back, facing toward the sun like a flower.

The back of his neck isn't accessible while he's looking up, so Aziraphael comes up behind him, leans over and places a kiss just below his ear.