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Date: April 30th
Place: Raphael's room
Status: Private (Raphael, Aziraphale)
Summary: Aziraphale is a bit peeved that Raphael is here and didn't tell him.

Aziraphale found Room 110 easily enough, and he knocked on the door, tapping his foot in agitation.

Oh, he was going to let him have it.  There was no way that that silly, self-sacrificing mentor of his was going to get away with coming here, injured, and not telling him!

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"Cocoa," he said simply, opening the door wider to let him in. "Two marshmallows."

It was then that he realized in horror that there were still blood spots staining carpet in gruesome patterns and his shredded clothes had not budged from the pile by the bed.

"On second thought..." He started nudging Aziraphale out the door, grateful that he had kept his light switched off. "Let's go somewhere! I've been stuck in this room for days and... erm..."

Raphael may have been the best hugger in all of creation, but he was also the worst liar.

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Aziraphale, unfortunately for Raphael, had a sense of smell.

"It smells simply awful in here," he murmured, pushing past Raphael and into the room, "like..."

He pulled open the blinds, saw the blood all over, and put his hands on his hips. "You're having cocoa, here. So sit."

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Raphael grimaced at the light that came shooting in. Normally he loved the light, but being in the dark as long as he had, he had grown accustomed to it. His wings ruffled stiffly and he folded them against his back.

"You, Gabriel and Michael..." he chuckled fondly, raking trembling fingers through the streams that had come loose from his braid. "Always trying to boss me around. Its a wonder Father chose to create me as an Archangel of all things..." At the mention of his Heavenly Father his dull green eyes grew sad, but only for a moment before he snapped out of it. He moved to put his hand on the Principality's shoulder. "Sure you don't want to eat out?" he asked hopefully.

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"Awwwww," said Aziraphale, feeling a little guilty and giving him another hug. "See, we take care of you because we know that you can take care of others, but not yourself. Now you sit and relax and I'll make you that cocoa with two marshmallows, and I'll clean up while you have some nice egg rolls."

He wrapped him in his wings, just to emphasise how little offense he meant.

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"I can assure you I don't need-" 

And that was all he managed to say before he felt soft wings around him. Raphael didn't know what it was with him and wings, but the sound of them... soft feathers ruffling like gentle wind chimes... filling his senses always comforted him. Against his weak presence it was like a hug for his soul, a gentle prick of what he'd lost, but at the same time something so beautiful that could bring his mind back home.

He gave a smile and sat on the edge of his bed, nudging his journal further beneath his pillow.

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Aziraphale beamed a bit at Raphael's newfound complaince and began bustling about after miracling his mentor a warm cup of hot chocolate and pressing it into his hands.

"And so I arrived here only a month or so ago, I lose track of such things," he chatted gaily as he cleaned, on his hands and knees scrubbing the carpet, "and while I admit it has been rather vexing, all in all the experience hasn't been terrible. Now, regarding all of these blood spills, I can see with my eyes that you are on the road to recovery, but how did this all come about? Of course if you wish it to be a secret I shall keep it so."

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"Aziraphale!" He set his cocoa aside and moved to where his dear mentee was scrubbing carpet on his hands and knees. "You needn't do that. I haven't seen you since... I don't even know how long and..." He dropped to his knees and put his hand on his shoulder, gently lifting his chin so that their eyes met. "I want to know what my little cherub has been up to." 

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Aziraphale beamed at him. "Oh, I can tell you all sorts of stories my dear, but this blood isn't going to get out on its own. Or, rather, it could, but that's cheating and we all know it." He smiled at him reassuringly. "Besides, you know how much I enjoy cleaning. As much as I know it was necessary, allowing my bookstore to get so dusty was driving me mad. Allow me to tidy up and I'll tell you as many stories as you'd like."