Oh. That's such a sweet thing to say, it immediately earns him an exceedingly fond look from Aziraphale, before he takes up his lantern in hand again and holds Crowley's spare hand with his other.

He then leads him to his cosy little pile of pillows and blankets in the stacks. His own shoes have been placed nearby and could indicate a good place for Crowley to put his as well.

"I do hope it's soft enough. But we could always gather more cushions from the sofas, I suppose."