Crowley can see the awkward restraint, the way Aziraphale's eyes are glistening. The rulebook has recently been tossed out, so there's been some strangeness lately anyway. Nothing severe. Just a wobble or two in a millennia-old routine, like a small inner ear problem. This feels like something bigger.

Though of course, they've both got a knack for the unspoken. And yanked here by whatever's done this, Aziraphale probably felt just as at sea as he did.

"Yeah, last few hours. Caused a traffic jam, so I'm off to a fine start, I think. Though, funny story about that, not funny 'haha', more-"

Wait.

"Did I keep you waiting for long?"