So she knew too? Or at least, she had a strong inkling. How obvious was he? Aziraphale swallowed hard and awkwardly fiddled with the books on the shelf. "I noticed. Yes, I -- I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what he did or why he came to talk to me, I just ... it's not really going to change anything. He's just being nice to me."

Maybe it was pity or maybe he did like him - did it matter? He could never have that unless he stood up to his family and he had to do it but... how? How did he find that sort of courage? He was a happy coward. "I have no answers for you that would ever satisfy you."