It’d been about a month or so since Armageddon-Not, leaving Crowley living in his car, rather than his flat. However, leaving Hell wasn’t all bad. He could be around Aziraphale more often without worrying that either of their sides would find out.

So, here he was. He slipped into the angel’s bookshop, glancing around, and looking for the angel. He frowned when he didn’t see him, and looked around curiously.

“Angel?”