[ Crowley puffs up with pride when the cake meets its mark. Of course it would - Crowley is almost as picky about baked goods as Aziraphale - mostly because he's usually buying them for Aziraphale.
When he takes the fork from Crowley's unresistant hand, the demon pours their wine, and settles behind Aziraphale to rub his shoulders.
It's not quite a compulsion, but Crowley takes a great deal of pleasure in making Aziraphale happy. He supposes one facet of his reasoning is that he's spent his whole life making others moderately miserable, it feels nice to brighten someone's day for a change. The other facet is that someone just so happens to be who he loves the very most. ]
I know - like getting to take care of you. Feels ... feels something. All warm, here.
[ He presses his chest against Aziraphale's back by way of explanation. ]
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When he takes the fork from Crowley's unresistant hand, the demon pours their wine, and settles behind Aziraphale to rub his shoulders.
It's not quite a compulsion, but Crowley takes a great deal of pleasure in making Aziraphale happy. He supposes one facet of his reasoning is that he's spent his whole life making others moderately miserable, it feels nice to brighten someone's day for a change. The other facet is that someone just so happens to be who he loves the very most. ]
I know - like getting to take care of you. Feels ... feels something. All warm, here.
[ He presses his chest against Aziraphale's back by way of explanation. ]