[Crowley makes a noise somewhere between a hum and a rumble, the sound reverberating through his body, and he doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he moves up to loop around the back of the chair behind Aziraphale's head, dropping his own head down to settle under his jaw on the other side. His tail lazily encircles his calf, wrapping him up from head to toe in a loose embrace.]
No one had been kind to me for a very long time. Not since I fell. Maybe even before then, really.
[And that's what Aziraphale had been. Just... kind. With no reason, no ulterior motive. The rain had come and he'd sheltered him without a second thought.]
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No one had been kind to me for a very long time. Not since I fell. Maybe even before then, really.
[And that's what Aziraphale had been. Just... kind. With no reason, no ulterior motive. The rain had come and he'd sheltered him without a second thought.]