"I got my books." Adam informed Crowley as he tried to peer over the desk. "Are you talking to Aziraphale? He's my friend too."

Aziraphale pulled himself together swiftly, Crowley's words haunting him as he tried his best to keep himself above water. He came out of the kitchen too, smiling fondly at Adam. "Hello, my dear boy. How are you doing, young Adam? Did you find books?"

"I have lots of them. We're gonna go home and read. I have the Gruffalo." Adam smiled and then held them out towards his uncle. "Were your playing?"