Aziraphale reaches out and touches Crowley's hand and the room seems to get a little quieter, at least within Crowley's own head. They're together and they're away from everyone else, which is what he wanted, wasn't it? But not like this.

He lets his fingers curl around Aziraphale's, slowly and carefully.

"It's a Buddhist temple," he tells the angel. "Where we'll stay. I figured it would be a neutral location. Neither of them would have a hold in it."