"Yeah, that's it. I don't wanna be the one knackering his life." Which, Crowley thought, was reasonable. "I know it's obvious for you, I just don't wanna be the one to come out and say it." Given what it could do to Aziraphale's life. What it might have already done to his life.

They entered the building and headed up the stairs. He could already hear some music through the door and once they were inside, the music was very loud, very metal, very much screaming. And Barty was lying on his back on the living room floor, surrounded by books, holding one up above him and staring at it with full focus. He was just wearing a loose black shirt and black sweat pants, but there was a certain cool he exuded. Crowley was trying to take note, he wasn't sure whether he could ever achieve that.

When Bill closed the door, Barty noticed them. He set down the book, reached for his phone and turned off the music and then sat up, leaning back on one hand. "What the hell, Bill."

He was frowning a little and Crowley took a step to the side and behind Bill. There was that scary intensity to Barty's eyes. He wondered whether he hit Bill. He hoped not. Unfortunately not a rare thing in their circles and, well. He knew Barty's background as well as Bill's. He knew Bill had had bad boyfriends before.