"Gotcha." Bill turned and raised his voice, no shyness in that lad. "OI! You two! Yeah, you two poofters. Come over here!" He gestured at Hartley and Aziraphale and then gestured for them to come and help. Aziraphale was clearly unsure but he got to his feet anyway, never wanting to be accused of being unhelpful.

Bill turned away from his approaching friends and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm as bent as I ever but it's still better than my current fosters. Just killing time, mate. When I'm 18, I'm free." Bill snorted in amusement and turned to look at his friends coming over. "Can't believe you fucking kissed Aziraphale's hand. And yeah, that's his real fucking name. How sad is that?"