"I see. I'm very sorry to hear that. I will -- I will make us tea, yes. You two can sit on the couch. Just move everything onto the floor." Wesley knew two ways to deal with trauma - tea or alcohol and right now, tea was all he could offer. "I'm sorry that they have already started with punishment. He's eight, isn't he? It always starts with eight. The guilt, the sin, the problems."

Aziraphale let Barty hold him, eyeing up the couch with fear before he turned around suddenly and looked at his brother with wide, concerned eyes. "I was bad, Barty. Please, I was the bad one, we can't leave. I wanna ... I wanna go back." Not because he desperately missed anyone but from fear. He didn't want bad things to happen. "You'll be in so much trouble."