"If it wasn't me, then it stands to reason-" Aziraphale reminded Crowley quite simply, some things simply were as they were, it wasn't as much about blame as it was simply stating universal truths. Perhaps they should have driven, but it should have been so much faster going like this, none of those dreadful speeds that Crowley enjoyed, and Aziraphale wouldn't have to try suss out his feelings about whatever new music that Crowley had picked out.
But now here they were and this was not faster, it was a detour to a place they didn't belong and Aziraphale found himself unable to leave. He wasn't quite ready to panic, he'd seen far too much to fall to pieces over something so quickly, but he would admit this was a first.
And considering all things, those were rather rare these days.
It would seem though by Crowely's not quite questions that he was not the only one with performance issues at the moment. "You as well then?" Aziraphale looked around the little square where they found themselves, like something out of the past, and yet not at all by the looks of it.
"They couldn't have come up with some new plan already." Aziraphale said of both heaven and hell, they were angry about missing out on their war, and perhaps angrier still that they had not been able to deal with both the demon and angel who had thwarted their plans, but he had assumed they were both scared enough by their little display that they wouldn't have tried something like this, not so soon.