Aziraphael's eyes close immediately, and his fingers close around handfuls of Crowley's thick jumper. Even the inescapable flight announcements have gone silent for a few moments, and the world around them is bright and peaceful.
"We should get to the house," Aziraphael says when they part. "The bed's there, of course. Er. For napping." He flushes, predictably.
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"We should get to the house," Aziraphael says when they part. "The bed's there, of course. Er. For napping." He flushes, predictably.