"Barty was always quiet. I wonder if he's shy." Aziraphale mused as he watched the door, wondering what it would be like to live with Barty, for however long they tried. Maybe he could help Barty too. With studying and with the house. He could clean and he was old enough to learn other chores. He could even read to Barty when he was tired. They could pray, redeem and return to God together.

With a small frown, he looked at Gunn for a few moments before tentatively asking. "Are we friends?" Well, was that how it worked? He really wasn't sure. "We don't have to be..."