Crowley sat back down on the bed, putting the two cups of tea on the nightstand. Within the last half an hour he had been thorough many emotions starting with pure confusion, proceeding to crystallized panic, followed by anger of unsure target, desire and finally tiredness and giving in. In the meantime he made tea and got it done just before the Angel began to slowly wake up. "I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..." Bless it all. He wanted to say something casual, like 'good morning'.
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Well, one could definitely say the evening had gone...unexpectedly. Not unwelcome, of course not, but it had been something he never thought in all his time in heaven or on earth he’d end up doing. And not just because it was Crowley. An entity he definitely should not be frolicking with so haphazardly.
Aziraphale shifted under the covers, the cool cotton gently gliding over the skin of his back. The bed dipped and there was a faint clunk of a pair of cups being set on the beside table. His eyes fluttered open, tired blue gaze sweeping over the demon perched on the mattress. Aziraphale smiled lightly, hand creeping from under the covers and fingers lightly grazed the back of Crowley’s hand. “And I thought your bed would be far less comfortable...and truth be told, I thought you far less...well-- I wasn’t expecting that.”