[ That's the most reasonable headspace to land in for the spark notes.

Aziraphale pulls a face, tips his head to one side. A facial shrug. ]

I'd say before, technically.

[ He pauses. Steps over and levers himself to sit on the ground next to Crowley, with all the graceful ease of someone who hasn't sat on the ground in at least a few centuries, by choice. ]

Of course, considering the world very much didn't end, I'll have more trouble than usual trying to place anything on that timeline.