"The one who insulted my bowtie? Hmm. Well. Everyone changes, I suppose. Peer pressure or just life in general. I only don't because I like myself. As strange as it may be to some, I don't actually mind how I am." He took the two books Crowley was holding, as they were close to his home now, and he hugged them tight to his chest for moral support. "I'm fine with my peers never quite getting me. I think that's just part of life, isn't it?"

He didn't fit in with anyone. Well, anyone except Crowley.

And if Crowley didn't care how he looked or how he spoke, what he liked or didn't like, then why did he care? In some ways, his sheer lack of caring inspired Aziraphale in many ways. "I don't overly get them either. I'm sure I won't get their music at all."