"No, no, it's quite all right, take your ti-- oh gosh." Adam was crying and Aziraphale's eyes widened as Adam sobbed, loud and unfiltered, tears down his face as he dropped onto his butt and looked so utterly miserable. And, honestly, so did the father. He looked absolutely exhausted. Aziraphale looked at his watch and then cursed himself for being such a push over (and so ridiculously against saying not to someone that handsome). "I'm, erm, I'm here until 7pm anyway so ... you could always let him get a book. It would be a shame to leave without one and anyway, you can return it tomorrow."

Aziraphale smiled and Adam was still crying but he looked moderately interested, sniffling and wiping at his face with his sleeve.

Looking sympathetically at Crowley, he wondered how someone so young got into such a mess. Well - probably those tight pants. What woman could resist them? His father was right, the devil did come in alluring guises. "I could make you tea. You look like you could a few moments of sitting. If you like. I-I don't want to presume anything but... but if you have the time."