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[goodtobebad]

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[salutosinedelectat]

[ He says a lot with his actions. Always has. For almost as long as Aziraphale remembers noticing.

He watches Crowley's hand, watches watches him kiss the angel's shoulder, and relaxes, calmly settling down. Looks at the hand on his chest, and gently rests his own over it.

He thinks for a moment. Closes his eyes for a second. Then raises his free hand, and, with the flick of a wrist, just miracles the shirt away.

It can now be found neatly folded on the chair his gown is resting on.

I mean, it was a bit pointless to just keep it on like that. Clearly. He still looks vaguely embarrassed.]

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley just... smiles. Already half-dozing. ]

Take a nap with me, angel.

[salutosinedelectat]

[ He smiles calmly again when he looks at the demon, embarrassment quietly washing away. The power of just having him there, close, and looking so comfortable is quite something to behold.

He holds Crowley's hand resting against his chest. Wraps his other arm around the demon, hand comfortably set on the small of his back. Cozy and comfortable and warm.

He lets out a calm, relaxing sigh, letting himself sink against the pillows. ]

Might need to revise the opening hours.