Crowley’s mobile woke him up the next day. He opened his eyes blearily and reached for it. He couldn’t remember setting his alarm and was about to turn it off and scold his phone when he noticed that someone was calling him. He grumpily answered with a ‘Yeah?’.

“Tony, babe, did you just wake up?” a female voice asked at the other end of the line and Crowley visible shrank by the use of ‘Tony’. “Isn’t it past midday in France?”

Crowley scrambled up in his bed, as if Sandy could see him from his phone, and cleared his throat. “No m’not. I’ve been up for some time,” he denied. “What’s up?”

“I just booked my ticket to England, I’m flying back home first, from Malibu,” she started and Crowley just made affirming noises while only half listening and was glad that she would go home first because she could check up on his plants. Not that he didn’t trust his neighbour but he just wanted to be sure. He wanted to say this, but Sandy was already talking about something else so he decided to let her talk and text her later about it.

He pinned the phone between his ear and his shoulder, something that was a little easier with the bulky phones from his childhood, and got out of bed. He’s reminded of the previous night (or this early morning) by the clothes that hang over the chair and are definitely not his own. He should return them, but not right now. Right now he could hear the bed again, some strange noises, and Aziraphale who’s calling out to Adam. He suddenly felt very cold and really didn’t want to disturb.

“What are those noises, Tony? What’s going on there?” Sandy asked and pulled him back into his phone conversation.

“Hm? Oh, just the people in the room next to me,” Crowley answered. “Maybe they’re on their honeymoon or somethin’.”

“You should ask for a different room if they keep that up.”

“No babe, it’s no big deal. At least they’re quiet at night.”

Crowley was mostly a non-confronting type, while Sandy was more like an I-wanna-speak-to-your-manager kinda gal. Ignoring the clothes, he went over to his own suitcase and tried to find a clean outfit for the day. He decided that he would stay at the resort, maybe take a nice walk on the beach or something. 

While still being on the phone, he walked around his room to get himself ready for the day and was glad when Sandy finally decided that it was time for her to do whatever it was and hung up.

The room next to him went silent a while ago, so Crowley did his best to fold up the clothes he got from Aziraphale (which wasn’t that great) and decided to knock on his door. Best get it over as soon as he could. After knocking he heard something on the other side of the door, but it took a while before the door actually opened.

“Anthony!” Aziraphale said upon opening the door, his eyes wide in surprise.

Crowley grimaced. “Er. Yeah. Hi,” he muttered. “Hope I’m not disturbing. Came to bring these back.”

He held up the stack of clumsily folded clothes. Aziraphale stared at it for a moment, a blank expression on his face, until he remembered the previous night. He smiled and took the stack from Crowley.

“Oh, you didn’t have to bring it over right away!”

“Well, I just heard you and Adam in the room earlier so I knew you were here…” Crowley began explaining and Aziraphale didn’t even flinch at the words, wouldn’t even blush. It left Crowley quite stunned. “So I thought I would just bring it over before we both forgot about it.”

“Do you want to come in?” Aziraphale asked.

“No, er. I have… stuff… you know.”

He actually didn’t want to meet Adam right now and it felt rather like a fight or flight response. He made a few vague hand gestures as if that would explain it and Aziraphale nodded but seemed a bit surprised. He quickly said his goodbye and walked away.