In theory, this made sense. There were always unused buildings even in the most well constructed of cities, so surely there must be a vacant place that the two of them could move into. Even if they had to make a few adjustments. Or several.

Aziraphale has found that the natives are pretty easy to recruit for assistance provided they’re given proper instruction. It’s a bit of how he ended up as the librarian in Fregnahöll.

“There might be, but I would imagine there would have been more people moving out of these ‘dorms’ if it were that simple,” he says. He couldn’t imagine living in the provided housing to be anyone’s first choice. Not unless they simply had a need to live with others regardless of familiarity.

“Do you think you could ask around?” he requests. Then he gestures to Crowley’s bracelet, one finger uncurling from the stem of the wine glass to point. “On there.”