"Pretty pointless getting extra time on exams when I don't know how to fill the time in the first place." He didn't imagine that Aziraphale could relate to that issue. Looking over at Aziraphale, he found him looking right at him. He almost wanted to put the sunglasses back on just to have something to hide behind. "It's not a big deal. I just listen to music."
That was easier to talk to than how he felt about books. "Audiobooks aren't for cool people."
"It's hard, I know. I didn't go to primary school, I was home schooled by my father and my eldest brother. I didn't even know what an exam was, I knew barely any maths or science. I had to work so hard to catch up. And I did. But it's not easy. It's time, motivation, a quiet space. I'm glad I found a library." Aziraphale admitted to Crowley, wondering if he knew he had potential or not. No one stupid could talk like he did. He was engaged and interested, he had such a way of talking - he had to be bright. "If you ever want someone to study with... in secret! Obviously. We would never tell."
It was worth an offer. He smiled sheepishly at Crowley and then looked away down the car park. "I don't have any friends or anything so -- I could use the company. And I'm quite well versed on the curriculum. And besides, you don't have to tell anyone your grades so it won't hurt your rep either."
"I'm kinda expected to fail. Don't you worry about it, angel. I'll make sure I fall somewhere soft." Crowley winked at him, then finally put his glasses back on. He assumed Aziraphale's brother wasn't far off. "You've got to work on your pitch. Much more fun to do with a mate than secretly studying." As entertaining as the thought was. Damn. Imagining voluntarily entering a library, he had to shudder.
A car approached, slow enough that Crowley inferred it had to be the car they were waiting for. He put the book back on the pile Aziraphale had and got up, taking a few steps away.
Pretty cool car. He'd love something like that one day.
"I don't dare to hope that people ever want to be mates. I always assume they want to use me for something - study or information. It would be nice. To have a friend..." Aziraphale trailed off for a moment before he picked up his bag and turned to Barty's car, waving. "Do you want to say hello?"
Probably not but he offered anyway, walking closer to the car and opening the side seat. "That's Crowley, Barty. He's the boy who helped me today!"
"Hey there." Contrary to Aziraphale's assumption, Crowley waved his hand and greeted Barty relatively properly. For a reason, of course. "Greetings from Bill."
Barty raised his eyebrows. Bill? "Persistent." He'd give him that. He nodded at Crowley. "Want a ride?"
"Nah. Lovely night, I'd rather walk." He had nowhere to go, that was the translation here, so Barty let it go.
"See you around, angel." Crowley waved at Aziraphale. "Don't party too hard."
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That was easier to talk to than how he felt about books. "Audiobooks aren't for cool people."
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It was worth an offer. He smiled sheepishly at Crowley and then looked away down the car park. "I don't have any friends or anything so -- I could use the company. And I'm quite well versed on the curriculum. And besides, you don't have to tell anyone your grades so it won't hurt your rep either."
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A car approached, slow enough that Crowley inferred it had to be the car they were waiting for. He put the book back on the pile Aziraphale had and got up, taking a few steps away.
Pretty cool car. He'd love something like that one day.
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Probably not but he offered anyway, walking closer to the car and opening the side seat. "That's Crowley, Barty. He's the boy who helped me today!"
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Barty raised his eyebrows. Bill? "Persistent." He'd give him that. He nodded at Crowley. "Want a ride?"
"Nah. Lovely night, I'd rather walk." He had nowhere to go, that was the translation here, so Barty let it go.
"See you around, angel." Crowley waved at Aziraphale. "Don't party too hard."