"All right, Aziraphale. I need you to imagine something for me." Gunn reached out for the bear that was so sweetly tucked in bed next to Aziraphale, holding it up in front of him. "Imagine if the bear here was a young child. Your little sister or brother, yeah? And imagine they were sick, like you are now. You are smarter and older, so if they told you that they felt hot and their head hurt, you'd be a good boy and tell them to drink something and to lie down, yeah?"

Damn, he hated neglectful families. "Your family, for them you are the little one. And they are old enough and smart enough to know how to take care of you. But instead they endangered you. It's your family's fault that you got sick. Not yours. And that's why they shouldn't see you again, because you need to be taken care of. Like Barty wants to."