"Hi." Wesley checked, once again, through the chain on his door before he opened it up for Holden and his friend. The social worker, he assumed. Some dashing Adonis of a man, with muscles and everything, who smiled politely and looked at him with no real affection or interest but he didn't really need that, it was just nice to think about a reality with that. Wesley walked into the living room where Barty and Aziraphale were.

They knew social services was coming. Well, Barty did, Aziraphale just knew guests were coming.

Aziraphale's hand was clutched into Barty's shirt as he sat in his lap, looking down at the floor in shame that he had caused such a mess.

"I'm going to brew us up some tea but Barty, this is the man I told you about and his, erm, his friend." He looked Gunn up and down again. "Who's name I am lacking but I'm sure he's lovely."