Crowley reached for Aziraphale's hand, looking out the window with wide eyes as Gabriel yelled out... something. Sounded like a bunch of gibberish.

"Huh. He just tried to banish evil in Latin. Let's see if it takes." Barty smiled at Bill, speeding up a little bit to get more distance. He had a feeling that Aziraphale could do with physical distance, might help with the emotional one.

"Your hand is so cold," Crowley commented, pulling Aziraphale a little closer. He frowned and shrugged out of his jacket, holding it out to his boyfriend. "Your brother's place seems nicer. Warm."

"Yeah, I pay our bills," Barty remarked drily.