Crowley had developed a tendency to "drape" over Aziraphale. An arm hooked around the back of Aziraphale's neck, his head resting on the angel's shoulder. It was rare, at first, but draping on the angel, who gave off a force of warmth, felt like Home. God, Satan, oh fuck it, everyone knew that he wasn't prepared to lose it. (*that* bookshop scene)All Rights Reserved
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