As ever Aziraphale did not miss the look he got from Crowley, he did not need to see his eyes to know it was being given. But being who he was he did not respond to it. Reason was - well it was reasonable, and he had found it from time to time in the workings of the world, not everywhere and certainly not in all situations, but at times it was there and this was one situation he had hoped they would find it in once more. A quick fix and it would be fine, reasonable even.
But it was not to be quite so simple.
Crowley didn't own up immediately that he couldn't seem to move them, but he'd said enough to get the point across. This was not the way he'd planned on spending his afternoon, there were crepes to be eaten. Maybe even a bit of champagne, just a nip, because truly they deserved it. But this - this was not what they deserved. They'd saved the world for G-, for pity's sake, there ought to be some sort of recognition for that.
"Gabriel would be eager to let us know that he had come up with something," Aziraphale agreed after a moment. So that ruled out either of their former sides, but what then? What force was there in creation that could do something like this? Put them in this place without warning or permission.
Over there was - not far and really he saw no point in it, other than to further complicate matters, but Aziraphale tried it, the simple to move himself from here to there only it seemed there was only a here and no there. "We may have a problem, my friend."