Ineffable reunion

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"Crowley.." the angel whispered, worry filling his voice. "I uh- I had I bit of a rough patch... but I'm all better now!.. Yeah so.. let's uh.." Crowley was nervous. He didn't want to make Aziraphale feel guilty, he didn't want Aziraphale to feel anything but joy and love. He walked over and set the bag on the chair in the corner, unzipping it. "Let's get you in some clean clothes, then I can clean this all up. Yeah?" He smiled, digging through the bag, finding the flannel pants and the cream colored sweatshirt. Aziraphale sat in silence, he hadn't realized just how bad he hurt his friend- friend? What even are we?

"Angel?" Crowley was standing in front of him, holding the clothes. "Oh, what was that, dear?"
"I said I had brought you the clothes- are you okay?" Crowley was worried. "I'm just fine. I uhm-" he took the clothes from Crowley's hands. "You.. these are for me?"
"Yeah, I've had them for a while.... Jus' never found a good time to give 'em to ya." The demon blushed a little as the angel slipped the sweatshirt on. "Oh. Wow."
"Do you- don't you like it? It's okay if you don't.. I could just-"
"I love it, Crowley. I've never worn something that feels more like a shirt-shaped blanket!" Aziraphale was delighted. "Oh. Good." He sighed, smiling down at the angel on the bed. "Uhm- dear?" Aziraphale was picking up the pants, looking for something. "Eh- what's up?"
"Oh I just uhm-" the angel got up, holding the towel on his waist. He walked to the dresser, opening a drawer as Crowley watched, confused. Aziraphale had pulled out a pair of boxers, slipping them on before taking off the towel and draping it over the foot of the bed to dry. "Oh." Crowley hid his face. I can't believe I didn't think of that. Ugh idiot. Aziraphale laughed, "don't go thinking I'm so heinous just because of my offer earlier, dear boy." He turned around, walking to the front of the bed the get his pajama pants. "No! No- I didn't- I just- I forgot." Crowley was red. "I'm just teasing, I know you didn't mean to." He slipped on the pants, freezing. "..what's wrong?" Aziraphale whipped around and grabbed Crowley by the collar. "You..."
"What!!?"
"I cannot believe you have had these treasures just lying around and you didn't care to mention them to me until now?!"
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY ANGEL!" There was silence, then they both laughed, hugging each other. "So you like them, then?" Aziraphale pulled away, kissing Crowley before sitting back on the bed. "Love them."
"Good, 'cuz there's more." Crowley smiled and walked over to the bag. "Oh, do share!" Aziraphale propped up as Crowley pulled a light brown sweatshirt out of the bag, followed by the patchwork sweatshirt. "Oh my, Crowley these are lovely! My offer still stands, I have ways to thank you." Aziraphale hugged Crowley's waist from behind, resting his chin on the demon's shoulder. "There's still these..." he took out the shorts, gingerly. "I've never seen you wear shorts, I thought you might-" Aziraphale cut him off. "I recognize these. From 2 years ago was it? Yes... am I remembering correctly, why they were so popular?" He was being cheeky again, Crowley nearly discorporated. "I uhm- I don't know what you're talking about! I just saw them one day and thought-" the angel snatched the shorts, spinning around and sliding his pajama pants off. "Well, why don't I just try them on then?"