[There's no missing the fact that Aziraphale is avoiding eye contact, but Crowley decides not to press that particular issue at the moment. He gets it, after all.]
Tea sounds perfect.
[First they have to make the daunting journey from the floor to the bed. Crowley leans in for a quick peck on the cheek, then pushes himself up to standing, so he can offer his hands out to help Aziraphale to his feet.
There's a tingle of a miracle, which is both the kettle starting to boil, and a set of very cozy, very soft tartan pajamas appearing on the bed, folded neatly.
Crowley won't actively point them out, but they're there for Aziraphale if he wants to get properly comfortable.]
Why don't you get yourself tucked into bed while I do the tea?
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Tea sounds perfect.
[First they have to make the daunting journey from the floor to the bed. Crowley leans in for a quick peck on the cheek, then pushes himself up to standing, so he can offer his hands out to help Aziraphale to his feet.
There's a tingle of a miracle, which is both the kettle starting to boil, and a set of very cozy, very soft tartan pajamas appearing on the bed, folded neatly.
Crowley won't actively point them out, but they're there for Aziraphale if he wants to get properly comfortable.]
Why don't you get yourself tucked into bed while I do the tea?