[The initial plan had been to step back once Aziraphale was up, to busy himself with getting the tea sorted so that there was a moment of privacy, a moment to decompress without being observed. But Aziraphale holds onto his hands, and kisses them, and Crowley has no thoughts about moving away.]
Which one of us was the nanny?
[He can fuss with the best of them, even if it's historically been directed towards children. The same principles apply, he's sure.]
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Which one of us was the nanny?
[He can fuss with the best of them, even if it's historically been directed towards children. The same principles apply, he's sure.]