Good Deeds

It all started the day, he gave away his sword.
Charity, wrapped in a lie.
Small miracles here and there. Good deeds.
Some might say, his methods were somewhat questionable.
Like lying to help his friend.
Or stealing some sacramental wine to comfort him.
And now they were here.
Aziraphale, wrapped in a blanket after he performed one of his "miracles". And Crowley just walking around. Naked.
"You know, he's going to kick you out of heaven if he finds out," said Crowley. There was worry in his voice.
But Aziraphale just smiled.
Good thing, he didn't mind at all.