McKay waves him off. The answer is in here somewhere. Just because no one has found it yet doesn’t mean it’s not there. He just hasn’t stumbled on the right combination of search terms yet, but it’s only a matter of time. He’ll get it. There’s a long moment of silence, long enough that McKay thinks maybe Zelenka has given up and decided to leave him alone, but then Zelenka says, “Colonel Sheppard is stable for the time being. Nothing will happen to him in the next eight hours.” But it’s already been days, McKay doesn’t say.
So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.
It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.