Another smile crept across Aziraphale's face as he listened to Pippi's words. That was exactly what he loved about Wilson, and so he understood what she was trying to say.

Wilson made him feel as though he was a person, as though what he wanted and needed and thought mattered as much as what he was. Maybe mattered more.

He nodded to himself, moving to sit on the floor next to Pippi's chair, where he could look up and still see the young doctor's face.