"That's not a girl, that's just Bill." So. Maybe a girl, but Crowley didn't find it overly remarkable. He had hidden away the drugs well and good, thrown them out in some cases - a few cars that had driven by were in for a surprise - and now he was back in the living room, looking at the kids that had arrived. Damn.

He pushed his glasses up to seem less strange, his eyes currently only a bit reddened. Then he crouched down next to Aziraphale, looking at the boy's feet as well. "Damn. That looks bad."

Poor kid. "You can relax though." He smiled at Aziraphale. "It's safe here. I'm Crowley, by the way."

"His name is Anthony," Holden corrected, which made Crowley stick out his tongue. Holden set a few glasses down on the table and started pouring orange juice, handing one glass to Gideon and smiling at him. "Can your sister drink juice too? She's still little."