And that wasn't a lie at all. Azriaphale's wings were brighter and not caked with dirt, his hair too. With out the rust he looked almost himself.
Crowley stood, and padded over to the bed on barefoot feet, having removed his shoes some time during Azriaphale's bath. The bag with the remaining food was left on the table but as it was such a small room it was easily still in reach.
"This stuff isn't so bad," lie, "a little greasy," truth, "but I think you'll enjoy it." Lie, Azriaphale would absolutely hate it.
He gently lowered himself into bed next to the angel, minding his injury, and commandeered a pillow to lay his head on.
"You should have some before trying to get some rest."
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And that wasn't a lie at all. Azriaphale's wings were brighter and not caked with dirt, his hair too. With out the rust he looked almost himself.
Crowley stood, and padded over to the bed on barefoot feet, having removed his shoes some time during Azriaphale's bath. The bag with the remaining food was left on the table but as it was such a small room it was easily still in reach.
"This stuff isn't so bad," lie, "a little greasy," truth, "but I think you'll enjoy it." Lie, Azriaphale would absolutely hate it.
He gently lowered himself into bed next to the angel, minding his injury, and commandeered a pillow to lay his head on.
"You should have some before trying to get some rest."