[Crowley has imagined a lot scenarios between himself and Aziraphale. A hazard, he supposes, of having an imagination to begin with. But he has not ever thought about having to walk the angel through sleeping of all things.
He's not sure what to think. ...He certainly knows not to think about Aziraphale accepting those soft pyjamas put on him with an even softer miracle, or how warm his plump and prettily manicured fingers feel against the cool, dry skin of his knuckles. Those are very much not thoughts for just right now.
Instead, he goes through his own routine for getting ready for a nice snooze. He plumps the pillows, and if a mug of hot chocolate with a pump of peppermint syrup appears on the bedside table, he's sure it's just coincidence.]
S'all about making yourself comfortable. Lots of pillows and blanketsss and then you sit up for a little bit, or you just lay down and close your eyes. Depends how tired you're feeling.
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He's not sure what to think. ...He certainly knows not to think about Aziraphale accepting those soft pyjamas put on him with an even softer miracle, or how warm his plump and prettily manicured fingers feel against the cool, dry skin of his knuckles. Those are very much not thoughts for just right now.
Instead, he goes through his own routine for getting ready for a nice snooze. He plumps the pillows, and if a mug of hot chocolate with a pump of peppermint syrup appears on the bedside table, he's sure it's just coincidence.]
S'all about making yourself comfortable. Lots of pillows and blanketsss and then you sit up for a little bit, or you just lay down and close your eyes. Depends how tired you're feeling.