That sentiment only deepens when Crowley peers up at him hazily, as if caught up in a dream. To know that he's the cause of such pleasure always fills him with contentment, and he has to bite back a sigh, lest he forget the very reason he spoke and drew Crowley out of his reverie in the first place.
"All right," he says warmly as Crowley leans into his hand. Crowley may take the form of a snake, but his behavior sometimes reminds Aziraphale of a large, affectionate feline. "Sit up a little so I can reach and then you can go back to my feathers." It'd be easier to braid Crowley's hair from behind, but Aziraphale is reluctant to leave his lap; with a little dexterity, he can do it by reaching around, and Crowley will still have full access to his wings. It's a win-win.
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"All right," he says warmly as Crowley leans into his hand. Crowley may take the form of a snake, but his behavior sometimes reminds Aziraphale of a large, affectionate feline. "Sit up a little so I can reach and then you can go back to my feathers." It'd be easier to braid Crowley's hair from behind, but Aziraphale is reluctant to leave his lap; with a little dexterity, he can do it by reaching around, and Crowley will still have full access to his wings. It's a win-win.