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Aziraphale has done many things over the course of his lengthy existence, but this is a new one.
It’s new on several levels, actually. The sleeping. The dreaming. The sharing-a-blanket-cocoon-with-a-demon. The snuggling.
All these things are new… but comfortably so. A pleasant sort of novelty.
But they pale before what he had to do to get here.
He hopes Crowley appreciates just how much Aziraphale loves him, that he would undergo something so drastic for the sake of the intimacy they’re sharing now.
The Angel of the Eastern Gate, for the first time since before time itself, is wearing pajamas.