"Honestly just shocked he ain't donning a nightie and a lil cap," Crowley said quietly, readying himself anyway. He knew how self-conscious Aziraphale could get. Or always was, honestly. He opened the door without thinking and rushed outside, meeting Aziraphale halfway and pulling him into a tight hug. Damn, he was looking pale, even by Aziraphale's standard. He kept on holding him, running a hand through his hair. "You all right? I'm sorry, I just-- I didn't know what to do."

"Yeah, very touching. Get in the car, lovebirds. Backseat." Barty was trying to rush them a little, because this was not the place for a nice reunion. Gabriel would get out sooner rather than later. "Bill, get in the front."