"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."
"I don't care how much trouble I'm in, sunshine. I will make sure that you are safe." All he really cared about. Still, Barty tried to be gentle, coaxing Aziraphale over to the couch and moving things aside enough to sit down. Then he pulled Aziraphale on his lap and opened up his backpack. "I have prepared, Aziraphale. I won't be in trouble. We won't be. I have it all figured out."
He pulled out the book they had been reading lately - Peter Pan - and found the page they had stopped at, quietly reading to Aziraphale while Wesley made tea.
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.
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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."
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He pulled out the book they had been reading lately - Peter Pan - and found the page they had stopped at, quietly reading to Aziraphale while Wesley made tea.
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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.