Aziraphale smiled.
Crowley found this rather confusing. "What is it to you, Angel?" he asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing! I'd erm, I'd just be rather worried if you, er… loved her, because she doesn't seem to love you."
There followed a meaningful silence, which Crowley didn't quite get the meaning of.
"Angel," said Crowley incredulously, "what makes you think I love her?"
"Well, my dear, you did marry her."
Crowley did not answer.
"Why did you marry her then?"
"It was arranged by…" Crowley nodded towards the floor.
"Oh. I didn't know he did that."
"Of course you didn't."
Aziraphale sighed. "Where is Jardis now?"
Crowley moaned. "In my flat, I think…"
"Oh, you look tired," said Aziraphale. He reached across the table, taking the demon's face in his hands.
Crowley was surprised how warm the touch was and almost nuzzled up to it. Then he snapped his eyes open.
"Would you like to go and have a rest?" murmured Aziraphale, as if he thought they were still closed.
"I thought you disapproved of me sleeping?"
"Well, you've had a shock, I dare say you're system needs a rest. Go on, you can sleep in my bed."
"You have a bed?"
"Well, one needed a bed to get out of, to go to the andersson shelter in the war. Go on."
Crowley felt his way up the stairs and into the room where he flopped down on Aziraphale's patchwork quilt.
Wait, patchwork? Crowley grinned to himself before he fell asleep.
A/N: Hello. I am the Minor God and would like some advise on how you like the story and whether slash would be a good idea…. HELP!!! Please. J