"A theme, yeah? The boy's father's called Lucifer, so..." He knew about themes, although it was quite entertaining to encounter someone saddled with the directly opposite theme. And, honestly, he considered himself lucky that his father had never delved deeper into demonology, or he'd have ended up with something much worse than Anthony. Crowley picked Adam up and tucked him against himself, trying to drape his coat somewhat around him. Didn't have to let the boy get more wet than necessary.

He turned to look at Aziraphale, smiling brightly. "Off we go then, angel. Car's right over there."

By now one of the few cars left in the car park. He made a run for it, then unlocked and got Adam into his seat first. By the time he'd strapped the boy in, his hair was wet, his shirt was wet, his entire being was wet. He hoped that Aziraphale might have fared better, having gone right for the passenger's seat.

Whatever. He decided to embrace it, closing the door and taking a few steps away with his arms spread out, looking up at the sky. He ran his hands up his face to get his hair combed back, pushing his glasses up momentarily to do so. Then he got in the driver's seat finally, only to immediately take off his jacket and toss it behind himself, next to Adam. At this point it was just wet leather, more squeaky than sexy. The red shirt he was wearing under the jacket was clinging to him uncomfortably and he had to take off his glasses to find something dry so he could see through them.

Oh, right, he should explain. While he found a pack of tissues and started wiping, he looked over at Aziraphale. "Don't worry about the shades, I can see with them on. Better than without. Says so on my driver's license." He doubted Aziraphale had looked that closely at it, so he explained. "It's a thing, I got bad eyes. I'm not just a total tool who wears sunglasses at night."