I'm an old hat at the sleeping thing. It's you I'm worried about.
[He's about to suggest that Aziraphale try a catnap. That he would watch over him, and wake him if anything happened.
But then there is that ever-present need to question everything rearing its serpentine head, and Crowley rests his chin in his palm, gazing up at the angel intently.]
6000 years and you've never so much as dozed, right?
[He cannot stop the corners of his mouth creeping up into a grin.]
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[He's about to suggest that Aziraphale try a catnap. That he would watch over him, and wake him if anything happened.
But then there is that ever-present need to question everything rearing its serpentine head, and Crowley rests his chin in his palm, gazing up at the angel intently.]
6000 years and you've never so much as dozed, right?
[He cannot stop the corners of his mouth creeping up into a grin.]
...So how come you got a bed...?