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Crowley crossed the room to where his partner was sat cross-legged on a cushion, knitting. 'What is it you're making this time?'
Aziraphale frowned. 'Is it not obvious?'
'Uhhh...' Crowley's golden eyes darted across the floor, where a bunch of multicoloured wool was all spread out like a rainbow. A very tangled rainbow, at that. He struggled for a few seconds.
Aziraphale, who had been sat watching Crowley's face with an expectant air to him (distracted now from the task at hand, naturally), tutted and shook his head.
'Honestly, dear. They're jumpers! I'm knitting jumpers to sell for the homeless benefit on Friday night. I got the wool from the farmer's market, remember?'
Ah, yes. That did ring a bell, now that he came to think of it. He'd been pretty busy getting distracted by someone's really cool old car to pay any mind to what Aziraphale had been purchasing, however. It had reminded him of his car, and that had sent him in a fever of excitement so potent that Aziraphale had needed to practically drag him away from the owner. He flushed with guilt, feeling like a bad partner for not giving his angel enough attention.
'Ah right, yes. I remember now,' he said, squeezing his hand. 'I'm happy to join you at the benefit. Is there anything I could contribute? Or make, perhaps?'
Aziraphale smiled at him softly, then, a little mollified. 'You couldn't even knit a scarf for a mouse,' he scoffed, fondness creeping into his voice nonetheless.
'True,' Crowley laughed. 'Okay. That's fair enough, angel. I'll still join you there. But how about, for now, I head to the kitchen on hot chocolate duty?'
Aziraphale smiled at him in that blinding way that Crowley could never manage to resist.
'Hot chocolate would be just lovely.'