Aziraphale didn't like to argue. He had watched his brothers yelling at people in the street and arguing with them but it seemed wrong to do it all that way. Kissing boys seemed 'wrong' in concept, with all he knew from the bible, but it seemed cruel to point it out constantly. To hurt the sinners. He didn't like the idea much. "Barty reads a lot. He doesn't seem like how my father suggested but maybe it's because I'm -- I'm missing something."

He had to be. It made sense that he was. He looked down, feeling such anxiety run through him. "Does father really want to never, ever see me again? I didn't do anything bad. I was trying. I only played dress up once and never, ever again. I said sorry. And I didn't use the restrooms like they said and I--It was a penguin..." Aziraphale trailed off, awkward and unsure. "I did my homework and I prayed every day."