It was a quiet interlude that fell on them both then, Crowley scarcely taking in the atmosphere of Vallo, honestly, he probably shouldn't have taken that time to nap through the video presentation but it seemed as good a time as ever? The demon was slowly figuring things out, the same details of others who seemed to just sort of fall into the same bizarre situation.
A brow still perched high while Aziraphale looked around himself as if seeking something and it came without time for Crowley to prepare himself because suddenly he was pressed firmly against the angel. Blinking as he tried to process what was happening.
"Ngh," Crowley murmured mixed with an indiscernible squeak. DosomethingCrowley. What should he do? Where does he put his hands? Well, it would be rather ridiculous if he just stood there with his arms at his sides, and so the demon enveloped his angel in them. Reveling silently in that radiating warmth that came with it, imagine hugging the softest and most luxurious heated blanket.
"Angel." Crowley said quietly as if it would have been too harsh to address aloud, if he had moved too hastily perhaps everything would have dispersed like a mirage.