"Fucking long month," muttered Crowley as he let John go more gently then he had seized him. He'd forgotten that Aziraphale was there and was faintly embarrassed at having been watched at such a moment. Despite the sinking sensation that he was never going to be able to live it down, or regain any of his Manor cred, Crowley pulled his comfortable sardonic mask back on and continued. "With both of you gone, the only people to talk to were Ellie and the Snob. I didn't socialize much. But then Aziraphale came back early looking like that," he indicated the new corporation with one casual wave, "And you came back looking like hell."