The demon turned away to hide his own yawn as it tended to be anatomically impossible to open one's mouth that wide and humans found it disconcerting. But then he settled in on John's other side, pleased to not be in the stifling middle position, yet still next to the person he cared for more.

Thinking back over the last year or so when John was antsy even sitting on the same bed (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/47793.html), to their awkward hug in the hospital wing (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/75553.html) some months later, their sleepy closeness after his breakup with Aziraphale (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/112017.html), and the kiss on Christmas Eve (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/120803.html), Crowley probably should have figured this time would come. Once you've shared life or death experiences, rescued and been rescued, utterly lost each other, and literally been inside each other's heads, a little physical closeness was no longer a big deal.

He waited a few minutes until he was certain Kit was asleep, then blinked his eyes back to their natural state. Wondering vaguely if John had a preference between the gold and the silver, he nudged the man lightly.

"Hey," whispered Crowley. "All right?"