His glasses? He had his reading glasses, they were upstairs so why would-- oh. Oh. "Oh gosh, my -- oh." Was Crowley concerned? Did he tell to his brother? He so dearly missed Crowley and all he wanted to do was leave and go to him but since he had been spotted with him, he was just stuck in his room. With constant threats of home school.
"We are his legal guardians, Bartemius. You are not taking him. That's abduction."
Aziraphale looked at Michael, Gabriel and then Bartemius. Then he ran back up the stairs and shut his room door. Michael smiled. "Ah, see, some common sense. See, he is not like you. He's not a sinner, he's not about to run off with some junkie rent boy. He has seen the right path and will repent. He is--"
Aziraphale came rushing back out of his room with his school bag, unzipped and full of random things, looking quite desperately at Barty. "Okay, I-I-I-- oh God." Was he doing this? He didn't know. He could barely fucking see Barty but he came down the steps entirely and reached out to hold onto his arm. Urgh, leather jacket, felt awful.
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"We are his legal guardians, Bartemius. You are not taking him. That's abduction."
Aziraphale looked at Michael, Gabriel and then Bartemius. Then he ran back up the stairs and shut his room door. Michael smiled. "Ah, see, some common sense. See, he is not like you. He's not a sinner, he's not about to run off with some junkie rent boy. He has seen the right path and will repent. He is--"
Aziraphale came rushing back out of his room with his school bag, unzipped and full of random things, looking quite desperately at Barty. "Okay, I-I-I-- oh God." Was he doing this? He didn't know. He could barely fucking see Barty but he came down the steps entirely and reached out to hold onto his arm. Urgh, leather jacket, felt awful.