[Crowley does have accommodation in the city, though for a lack of a need to sleep or eat and knowing nothing he actually wants is there, he hasn't even been to look at it yet.

He falls into step beside the angel easily, hooking his thumbs into his belt loops and trying to persuade his shoulders to relax. It feels right, even if Aziraphale doesn't look quite right, and there's no denying how much more settled he feels with someone familiar at his side.]

Mm. They have.

[So casual. He slides his sunglasses back on while Aziraphale keeps talking.]

That does sound excessive. Can't imagine you being comfortable rattling around in a big house like that.