[The warmth is counted as a considerable win; he's doing a great job at being a comforting presence, which is really all he wants to do in this moment.]
That's why you like 'em so much.
[It would be an effortless miracle to move the tea over to the bedside tables, but Crowley does it the proper way, instead, carrying the two mugs over to the bed, offering one to Aziraphale.]
Here you are, love.
[He'll wait until Aziraphale has taken the mug to set his own down so he can climb into bed. His clothes change as he does, shifting to the set of black silk pajamas that he prefers.
It's still something to get used to, the domesticity of an act like this. In a way, it's trickier than the sex, if only because he doesn't have the bandwidth for existential crises, during sex. The quiet, simple moments are just that, quiet, and it leaves room for him to mull over how much it feels like this isn't something he ought to be allowed to have.
But here they are, tucked into bed, with Crowley moving close enough to hook a leg over Aziraphale's, just for a solid point of contact.]
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That's why you like 'em so much.
[It would be an effortless miracle to move the tea over to the bedside tables, but Crowley does it the proper way, instead, carrying the two mugs over to the bed, offering one to Aziraphale.]
Here you are, love.
[He'll wait until Aziraphale has taken the mug to set his own down so he can climb into bed. His clothes change as he does, shifting to the set of black silk pajamas that he prefers.
It's still something to get used to, the domesticity of an act like this. In a way, it's trickier than the sex, if only because he doesn't have the bandwidth for existential crises, during sex. The quiet, simple moments are just that, quiet, and it leaves room for him to mull over how much it feels like this isn't something he ought to be allowed to have.
But here they are, tucked into bed, with Crowley moving close enough to hook a leg over Aziraphale's, just for a solid point of contact.]