Whenever he got cold, Crowley immediately knew where to go. In winter, or whenever something hurt him deeply, Crowley would seek comfort in your arms. Cuddling, turning into a snake to slither in your clothes, burying his face in the crook of your neck... Anything to get your warmth.

Even now, as Crowley made his way to the couch, he pushed you down as he got on top, and his face found its way to your neck, arms slipping under your clothes, cuddling as close as he could in a huff.

— "Don't want to talk about it.."

He hummed before you had a chance to ask what was wrong.