He rouses slightly, finding his face buried in Aziraphale's chest with Aziraphale petting (?) his hair. Well, that's----not how he expected to wake up, but he's certainly not going to complain. Of the places in the universe he'd like to be, in the arms of his best friend is definitely up there.

He tilts his head back to look up at the angel. He offers him a lazy, tired smile in the darkness.

"I don't snuggle," he says, pointedly. "So this isn't snuggling, in case anyone asks."