Aziraphale nodded thoughtfully. “ It is perhaps a touch worrying.”

He prepped the teapot with some Darjeeling tea and poured the hot water in once the kettle started whistling. Comfortable silences were things he was grateful to be able to have with Crowley. They had spent so much time together over the last several millennia that the angel felt the most comfortable with his demonic counterpart. He brought the teapot and a tin of biscuits over to the table and sat down.

He smiled at Crowley. How long had it been since he felt comfortable enough around Aziraphale to start removing his sunglasses when they were in a private location? He couldn’t quite remember, but he never stopped secretly delighting in seeing Crowley’s eyes. There was a hidden warmth and kindness in them that Aziraphale could plainly see once he noticed it. He felt a small twinge of pride in his heart that the demon chose him of all beings to let his guard down with, if even only a little. He was “chosen” as it were, like meeting a stray cat for the first time and it allowing one to pet it.

“Though I suppose in the meantime, we should continue with what the boy said. ‘No more messing about’?”