As soon as Aziraphale's arm is around his waist Crowley is relaxing back into the hold. He chuckles at the caveat even as he reaches down and covers Aziraphale's hand with his, pressing their fingers together. "We've slept in worse," he points out, then turns his head and grins. "Or I have, lazy angel that I am. You've watched me sleep in worse places, more accurately."
He does not think of the past year, of dirt for bedding and his own elbow as a cushion and the open air as a blanket. He does lean in and kiss Aziraphale's cheek. "At worst we'll have the stars for our ceiling and each other as a coverlet. I'll be content with that, I promise." He grins, his expression turning a bit sly. "Well...mostly content. Wouldn't say no to a mattress. Or pillows."
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Time suddenly has meaning again this week and it's WEIRD mmm tacos though
Date: 2020-08-11 12:50 am (UTC)He does not think of the past year, of dirt for bedding and his own elbow as a cushion and the open air as a blanket. He does lean in and kiss Aziraphale's cheek. "At worst we'll have the stars for our ceiling and each other as a coverlet. I'll be content with that, I promise." He grins, his expression turning a bit sly. "Well...mostly content. Wouldn't say no to a mattress. Or pillows."