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Date: March 5, 2000
Setting: The manor infirmary
Status: Raphael and John (Private)
Summary: Raph acknowledges just how badly he screwed things up.



Raphael polished and disinfected his materials obsessively, using it as a distraction from what he could have been doing. He'd already cleaned the place twenty-seven times over but he figured that a twenty-eighth couldn't hurt, just to be sure that all of the germs were gone.

He could have miracled them away but that would have been too quick.

The cleaning absorbed him so deeply and people so rarely came up anyway that he wasn't even paying attention to the knock.

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[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Nah, Chas is pretty patient. He has to be. Hangs around with me." John grinned. "I'll ring him in the morning and ask him if he can come on out in the next day or two. Probably better if we don't tell him you're an angel, though, I try not to let him get mixed up directly in the supernatural shit if I can help it. The Sister would probably let you use that workout room down the basement, or you could just practice in the garden."

He pushed away from the door frame, covering an enormous yawn. "Right. I'm gonna go try to get some shuteye. I'll get back with you in a couple days..."

[winged-healer.livejournal.com]

"I'll look forward to meeting him - and I won't tell him," he promised with a nod. "And you had better get to bed. May your sleep be deep and dreamless," he said, turning back to his work.

Perhaps, he thought, he should take a couple of them himself.