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There had been any number of less ostentatious ways to get the Angel out of trouble; for some reason it was important that Aziraphale knew Crowley had made an effort, been personally involved.
For the Arrangement of course.
Nothing at all to do with making sure, seeing with his own two eyes his Angel was safe.
When he hands Aziraphale the bag of books he was expecting a look of transcendent love and affection...just not directed at him. Come to think of it they were in a church, in front of an altar - unholy shit did he just propose?