Crowley made a sigh. It had been at least a good week since Aziraphale had come back from Heaven, Crowley refusing to talk and mostly avoiding him for the time being as he wanted to process a little bit more before he just openly let the angel back into his life.

Crowley was in his flat, resting himself against the chair in the barren room he had, just the minimum he needed not to go completely insane from the walls being bland.

He made a grunt as he got up, jingling his keys in his hand as he walked out and onto the street, going to his Bentley to drive around.