"Wha--?!" Crowley had been napping with an arm over his eyes, trying to get some shut-eye in while he had the chance, because last night had most definitively not provided any chance. He blinked at Aziraphale, who was startlingly bright, with his almost white blond hair and that light beige outfit. Same old, really. Crowley's eyes were bloodshot, which was nothing new, made worse by the lack of sleep. He closed them and reached inside his jacket pocket, fishing out his sunglasses.

He put them on so he could look at his boyfriend without burning his retinas, finally managing a smile. He went over what Aziraphale had said, his mind sluggish after having just woken up, but he did connect the dots now. "Coffee?"

Turning to look at said coffee, he frowned. "How?" Because Aziraphale never had money.