Only after Aziraphale had stormed out of the room did Crowley mock those words, softly and in a nasal voice.

"I'm not sure why you're still here..."

Then with his nose practically in his coffee mug he answered darkly and in his normal tone, "I'm not sure why I'm still here either."

Something was making it difficult to consider escaping and just leaving Aziraphale to rot here. It wouldn't be the same on Earth without him. Or anywhere! If he decided to go to some other distant world would that angel still be on his mind? Who would keep him out of trouble?

Still after those hurtful words he too considered storming out and stood with the fullest intention of doing so until... he realized a pink dressing gown wasn't really going to cut it outside. Reluctantly he found himself following the angel back to the bedroom, not to pick up the fight but because his clothes were in there too.

He didn't say a word, did't even look at the angel as he collected his things from the foot of his own bed. Crowley thought to say nothing further on the subject at all only something Aziraphale has said earlier about going out and making friends came back to him. He really did need to be warned of that.

"Be careful if you run into some one called Ace. Antichrist of his world, has a bad temper and a very large knife."