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Crowley is back sprawled across Aziraphale's lap almost before he's even fully sat back down in the chair, and Aziraphale just hums a quiet laugh and resumes carding his fingers through the demon's shoulder-length hair.
"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to brush a kiss over Crowley's forehead.
She scowls at him, but it's soft, and she doesn't lean away from the gentle affection radiating from Aziraphale. Even when she's angry with him, even when they fight over petty things and don't speak for days, (although those longer bouts of silence are much rarer now) she never pulls away from his love for her.