"Yeah, because they stopped taking my money. Idiots." Barty rolled his eyes, unable to keep himself from commenting on that. He nodded to Bill's thoughts though. They couldn't afford a bigger place right now, but refurbishing the storage room should be doable. "Better than his current room, I'll tell you that. We can go to the store tomorrow when I finish up."

Crowley tried to follow Barty's and Bill's conversation somewhat, but he was distracted by what a heap of misery Aziraphale looked like. He shicted closer, so he could at least wrap one arm around him. Then he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Hey. You've left too. We're together now. Don't have to hide."

That was a good thing, wasn't it? Something to focus on. "We can have a real date soon."