Crowley gives Aziraphale a very put-upon look. "I'm a demon, angel, I'm not exactly the cuddling kind."
Though, honestly, this is actually pretty, well, nice. Maybe it's the exhaustion or the fear of losing Aziraphale, or whatever else is upon him, but he likes this level of intimacy at this exact moment. He briefly considers his promise to kiss Aziraphale quite a bit more after they both survived the War, and wonders if a moment like this is really the right time to bring that up. Could be the right time. Is it the right time?
"You don't look like you've even seen anyone sleep in a long while yourself," he says. "Did you sleep?"
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Though, honestly, this is actually pretty, well, nice. Maybe it's the exhaustion or the fear of losing Aziraphale, or whatever else is upon him, but he likes this level of intimacy at this exact moment. He briefly considers his promise to kiss Aziraphale quite a bit more after they both survived the War, and wonders if a moment like this is really the right time to bring that up. Could be the right time. Is it the right time?
"You don't look like you've even seen anyone sleep in a long while yourself," he says. "Did you sleep?"