"I care about everyone. Even those I don't like. Even those who beat me up at school. I don't like to imagine anyone in pain." Aziraphale paused and hesitated, thinking back over their conversation and awkwardly playing with the rim of his coat as he thought things over. "I take it that you-- well, I mean-- you could-- uh." He didn't know how to ask but then he thought of a better way. "Crowley, do you by any chance have a mobile phone with you?"

He looked off in the direction towards the Tescos and the dread of going home was a little looming. "I was thinking I may call Barty. You could come. If you'd like."

And then he realised how assumptious he was being and panicked. "You don't have to come and hang out with my brother or-or me! I know I'm quite the, how do they put it, 'loser' but, if you fancy, you could. It's not school tomorrow so..."