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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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"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."