Raphael supressed a chuckle. Another thing they shared was an equal stubborness it seemed. Very well, he would not push. If Aziraphale wanted to share what was truly going on then he would.

Closing his eyes he reached up and combed the loose strands of hair that had tugged from his braid, enjoying the cool wind and fresh air. It was almost enough to make him forget the blood crusted on his carpetting, the flash of fangs and claws ripping through skin amd feathers...

"This is nice," he breathed happily.
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