Aziraphael curls into it contentedly, but only for as long as it takes for him to get the suggestion of motor control restored. After a minute or so, he straightens his knees and rolls carefully forward, away from Crowley. As soon as Aziraphael's back hits the sheets, he levers onto an elbow to scoot back over.

His free hand comes up to gently cup Crowley's jaw, and he leans in.