[No sign of fire, no smell of smoke, but Aziraphale had sounded quite distressed and Crowley wasn't about to dismiss things out of hand just because nothing was actively on fire at the moment.
He steps into the bedroom and, upon seeing Aziraphale perched on the edge of his bed, weary but safe, and Crowley's hunted expression softens.]
Overdid it on the miracle quota, angel?
[His tone is light as he strides over, sinking onto the bed with his friend.]
...Feel a little nap coming on? Not to fret, I'll keep watch.
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He steps into the bedroom and, upon seeing Aziraphale perched on the edge of his bed, weary but safe, and Crowley's hunted expression softens.]
Overdid it on the miracle quota, angel?
[His tone is light as he strides over, sinking onto the bed with his friend.]
...Feel a little nap coming on? Not to fret, I'll keep watch.