Crowley chuckles for a moment, feeling the tension leave his body while Aziraphale speaks. They've survived worse than this, it's just another frustration and another twist of fate that Crowley wishes he could wrap his head around. Maybe if there was some explanation, if he knew why they ended up here, maybe then he could fix it, or at least understand and compromise.

"And try not to bite each other's heads off in the process." he says, because it's true, and neither of their tempers, despite their fondness for each other, are always in check under so much undue stress.