Aziraphale spent most of his down time with Barty these days. They read together in Barty's room and while the others called Barty scary and bad, he didn't think so. Not the way he read to him or how he held him, it couldn't be that he was a bad boy. He was far too sweet. Maybe people just didn't understand Barty.

He listened to Barty as Wesley set down tea for them and then disappeared back into the kitchen to do -- well, something he was sure. He bit his lip and leaned closer to Barty. Maybe it was okay, as long as Barty stayed with him and they could be safe. Together.