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I couldn’t work out how it happened without Crowley forcing the swap on Aziraphale, in which case the rest of that scene didn't make sense. Then I remembered.

Crowley can stop time.

I'm thinking that he kissed Aziraphale, then stopped time and explained his plan (whatever it is) before they swapped and carried on as we see in the episode, faking the break-up in case Heaven is watching. If Lonicera's theory is right, we'll probably see my additional theory in flashback in S3.

I also noticed that when Crowley (Aziraphale?) gets into the Bentley and closes the door, the doorframe briefly seems to be yellow, although that could be a reflection of someone's coat as they pass by.

It would make so much sense for Crowley to go to Heaven in Aziraphale’s place. As a Throne, Dominion or higher, he can protect himself better if it all goes pear-shaped.

In the conclusion of the Job minisode, Aziraphale and Crowley reprise a trick we saw with the "Great/Ineffable Plan" casuistry at the airfield in s1: passing a con back and forth and cluing each other in on the next move without tipping off the authorities present that they're colluding or what the con is.

Aziraphale typically drops the cues; Crowley picks them up and does something with them. That's totally how they snow Job's kids into the cellar, also how they snow the angel posse on restoring Job's children to him. (I love how Sitis picks up on the con so much faster than poor God-befuddled Job or petulant Ennon, even though Crowley explicitly miracled her into the Shuhite business.)

It's also how the bullet-catch works in the Furfur flashback (because I still love that phrase and I will not give it up). Aziraphale repeatedly cues reluctant Crowley until the con, er, trick, is successfully performed.

Notably, whenever Sheen is dropping cues, his voice and body language get a bit frantic, particularly with the placating-hands thing.

Notice how nervous and placating-hands he is while he's explaining the Metatron's offer to Crowley. He's putting on a veneer of happy excitement, but to my eyes he's all but screaming "help! Crowley, this is bad, I can't actually talk about it because the Metatron is right the Hell over there, pick up on my cues please and help me!"

And it sure looked to me like Crowley, absorbed in his epiphany from Nina and Maggie, completely whiffed the cues. Which isn't very Crowley-like; he is painfully aware of that angel, always.