Crowley had gotten a bunk bed. Just a small addition to his apartment.

A small, important addition to his apartment.

The demon had tried and tried again, to convince Aziraphale to sleepover. It was cruel business, too, because the angel always had one reigning answer.

No.

Well, actually he said no thank you. And Crowley suspected it was because of Crowley’s bed.

Crowley’s only bed.

But now, he had two.

Is a bunk bed too fast for the angle?

It can’t be.