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Raphael had downed his third cup of highly-caffeinated coffee. The nightmares had just been far too scary to deal with but unfortunately, he had no control over his subconscious while he slept. And thus began a battle between him and his corporation.

He wiped a smudge of spilt coffee from the page of the Composition Book he was using as a Journal, muttering something about his own clumsiness, when he heard a knock on the door. Looking up, he tried to sense who was on the other side but exhaustion combined with an already-weak presence meant his "sensing who was behind the door" abilities were a bit dim. He could sense the agitation and realized it must be somebody finally getting after him about those blood stains he had left all over the lobby and bar.

Well, he'd take it like a man. Time to own up.

Sliding his Journal and pen beneath his pillow he painfully swung his legs over the bed, grimacing at the pain that still lingered. Ugh... "I'm coming!" he called.

"Thank you for informing me," Aziraphale replied dryly, tapping his fingers on his arm as he patiently waited.

Yes, he was going to make him regret this!

Aziraphale? His old mentee? The little blonde cherub he had plucked from the heavens and taken under his wing -literally, he used to cover him with a firey wing while the Healer would read to him... The Aziraphale that had such a thirst for knowledge he even owned a book store?

Grinning and completely forgetting his pain he threw on his work jeans and tank top (this one said 100% Angel in pink lettering with a kitten below it). It wasn't the best outfit, but he wasn't about to greet his old mentee in a bathrobe and his scrubs were... well, greeting him looking like the result of a butcher's handiwork would not do either.

Raking fingers through the strands that had come loose from his braid he grasped the doorknob and swung the door open.

"Aziraphale!"

Aziraphale resisted the urge to hug him, even though he had a bloody kitten on his shirt and what was cuter than an angel with a kitten? And he looked so happy... and he... he hadn't seen him in ages...

And...

"Oh you!" he exclaimed, moving forward and hugging Raphael - but not too tightly, given the stated he'd been in when he'd arrived. "What are you doing here! How could you not tell me you'd shown up! I haven't seen you in ages!"

Raphael wrapped his arms around the blonde angel, inhaling the scent of books and cocoa that could only be Aziraphale. He started purring, closing his dull green eyes and nuzzling into the blonde curls tickling his cheek.

"I'm afraid I haven't done much since I arrived," he admitted sheepishly, bringing his wings around to wrap around him (they itched like crazy, what with the feathers finally growing back) "I've been pretty much in my room, or down to the bar to get coffee." Which, he needed a refill of, but with Aziraphale here all sleepiness seemed to have skittered away like a demon in holy light and he felt wide-awake now.

"Shall we get something to eat?" he asked, not loosening his embrace. "We need to catch up!"

Aziraphale continued to snuggle Raphael. "Why, of course we can get food. There's a nice little restaurant downstairs, or little places in town, or - does your room have a little kitchenette? I can even make you something! I do so enjoy cooking. It's up to you, dear, and how you feel. You needn't tax yourself; in fact, I absolutely insist you don't."

Raphael peered around his room. "I don't have a kitchenette," he said. His cheeks colored slightly. "And I fear if I attempt to go too far I may not make it." It wouldn't be good, he decided, if his dear mentee were forced to drag him back to the Manor.

"Erm... Perhaps we can order in?" he suggested helpfully. "I do enjoy Chinese but it has been quite awhile since I've ordered Italian." It shouldn't take too much energy to send food there, once he divided it into equal parts.

Aziraphale paused. "Well, I haven't done that in ages," he admitted. "I suppose that sounds like it could be nice. Do you know how to order in Italian? I've done take-out in the past and it's fairly easy, but that's Chinese."

"Then let's do take-out," he said cheerfully. He was flexible, China was a bit far but perhaps Aziraphale would be willing to help him make sure the warm food made it all the way over there.