Looking over his shoulder to see Aziraphale, Crowley sighed with relief before turning back to John and trying to gently pry his hands off his lapels.

"Belfast," he said. "Ireland," he added stupidly, as if there were more than one. He really was rather tired. "I don't know what you were doing there. Besides fighting off a fiend, that is."

Crowley's hand moved down John's to where the watch remained in perfect condition. "As for how..." He rotated the man's wrist to show him the face of the watch. "There's a reason I told you to wear this all the time. It's a good thing you didn't get rid of it. I... thought you might."