[It's probably a good thing that he's exhausted; it stops him from reacting to being touched. He knows he's the one who started it, but he wasn't sure if Aziraphale would mind, or if he'd be bothered by the crossing of one of many unspoken boundaries. Almost every other time they've touched so far has been out of necessity. Aziraphale washing his hair might have been more intimate by most standards, but it only happened because he wasn't capable of doing it himself, at the time.
He'd like to know what it means, the touching and the gentleness and the fact that Aziraphale is still here, despite the fact Crowley is an ornery bastard. It will have to wait, though. He doesn't have the energy to examine it too closely right now.]
You're not the boss of me.
[It's meant to be a joke, as though he has any chance of lightening the mood.]
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He'd like to know what it means, the touching and the gentleness and the fact that Aziraphale is still here, despite the fact Crowley is an ornery bastard. It will have to wait, though. He doesn't have the energy to examine it too closely right now.]
You're not the boss of me.
[It's meant to be a joke, as though he has any chance of lightening the mood.]