"You discorporated him," Crowley supplies. "Made the ceiling fall on him. Good thing, too, if this is what he was doing to you. Did he say anything? Did he---"

Crowley has to catch Aziraphale up. No, no, he's still too weak and there's too much. Maybe just a sum-up.

"You discorporated him, I brought you here. This the temple, the one I told you about." It doesn't look much like a temple, really. More like a very posh flat.