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Crowley made a sound that could be interpreted as a chuckle. He reached up to halfheartedly ruffle the angel’s soft head of hair, then left his hand there and pressed a kiss on top of Aziraphale’s head.
“Thanks, angel. Almost got carried away there.”
Hearing the smile in Crowley’s voice, Aziraphale lazily opened his eyes to look up at him, a fond smile of his own playing about his lips. Nuzzling closer to press his ear against the slow, steady heartbeat he so loved to listen to, he held the demon just a little bit tighter.
“I’ll always have your back, dear.”